I used to make the most irrational, dumbest excuses for being unhappy with my body. I would stand in the shower and think “I’m not too big until I can’t see my feet under my belly”, or “Im not too fat until I can’t sit in the tub” I mean seriously how dumb do these thoughts sound?! But, these were actual thoughts that went through my head validating my size.
I’d tell myself stuff my like this after I would spend forever crying on the bathroom floor, literally pinching and pulling the fat on my belly saying over and over I hate my self. Wow, thinking back to these times bring up a lot of raw emotions.
I recently came to the realization after chatting with a friend on social media that I didn’t feel this way because I was truly ugly or gross and fat. I felt this way because of the things I was going through in my head, and because of my own battle to love myself. My self- confidence and self-love was literally non-existent.

The journey to loving my self didn’t just come from losing weight and being healthier. It was a much, much longer road. I started doing a lot of self reflecting, and trying to figure out where this negative image of myself stemmed from. I listened to a lot of podcast, read a lot of books, did some guided workbooks.
Growing up I had moved from school to school, literally almost every year of my life I was in a new school. I was always the ‘new girl’, I never had any solid friends, and most places everyone already was in clicks that I just didn’t fit into. Let’s be real, kids are cruel. I was constantly picked on, put down and the outcast everywhere I went. When I finally felt like I had made a friend or fit in somewhere in the slightest bit, it was time to move again.
Kids picked on me for the glasses I wore, the way I wore my hair, the clothes I wore, the book bag I carried. It’s no damn wonder I began to tear myself apart. If I wasn’t good enough for anyone how could I ever be good enough to love myself.

Processing these things and many other things I went through in my life was my first step to healing. I had to heal before I could love myself the way I wanted. This was a very hard process for me. Some of these things still come back to me some days. Mainly when it comes to my son, I overly obsess and worry if anything comes up that makes him stand out from others. I now believe standing out is beautiful, but I know that others don’t always think this way. It is, in fact a very cruel world we live in.
I never want my son to feel the way I did growing up. I truly hope that the kids who made me feel this way realize as they have matured the damage that the words and things can do to a person.
Everyday I’m working towards a better me. That involves loving myself even on days that are tough. I remind myself all I’ve been through, where I’ve come from but also that I beautiful and different everyday.









