I Don’t Like My Body
There is a difference between body positivity and not facing the truth
The truth is I really don’t like my body. I don’t feel comfortable in my skin and while that is sad and frustrating, this week I realised that actually it’s okay.
The reason it’s okay is because I realised it is the only part of me that I don’t like. I’ve finally somehow reached a moment on this journey in which I believe, truly believe, that I am a good person. I like myself. I mean I am a work in progress, and I have a long way to go but at my essence is a good person.
I like who I am as a mother, I see my heart and my intentions, and my endless energy and determination to do better. I like who I am as a friend, and as a daughter. My loyalty, my genuine desire to be of help and my drive to continually learn and grow. I realised that in each of my aspects, in every way I show up in my life, I like who I am. The only thing I don’t like is what I physically look and the way this body feels as I move through my days.
That may sound like a negative but honestly when I look down today, I don’t see me. I see the eating I’ve done to swallow emotions. I see the padding I’ve needed to protect myself from moving through environments that just weren’t safe. I see the masks I’ve worn to hide the vulnerable parts of me, worn to…
