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I grew up hating my body. First because I always had a big butt, it drew attention to me in ways I didn’t like. Also, hated being the tall girl. I wasn’t even that crazily tall, just taller than everyone else. I was skinny but with muscular thighs from dancing, which brought
On more body shaming. I developed an eating disorder at a very young age which ebbed and flowed as I grew older. New breeds of ED’s at different stages of my life. Then came the MS diagnosis and the sudden onslaught of testing, meds, relapses and iv steroids which made me gain
40 pounds within 3 months. I hated my brain, I hated my body, I hated everything. I hated how my own self could betray me. As I got older I grew to love my body, appreciate all it can do like growing children, rehabilitate itself after countless MS relapses, hike in beautiful
Places. Swim with my kids in pools. Walk down the aisle to marry my husband. I grew into who I am and embrace every part of me, the scarred up brain and spine included. I am finally comfortable in my own skin and it only took over 2 decades to get here. Yeah, I get professional
Pictures taken of myself because I finally see my own beauty & i want to celebrate that. I am thankful I get to take these pictures because that means I’m not in a wheelchair yet. I can still walk. I overcame an almost lifelong eating disorder. I overcame self hate and grew
To respect myself and my body and not only that, I celebrate it. Even on the days where my brain or spine is telling me to slow down. I like who I am. You can’t bring down someone who has drug herself, & by others, through the dirt her whole life and ended up coming out on top.
Love me, hate me- I simply don’t care what people think about me. Because I love me. The world would be a better place if people realized there’s more to a person than a pretty picture or some tattoos. Maybe do some self reflection and learn to love yourself, too.
