First of all, I ate an entire head of garlic tonight. Jeffrey is one lucky man.
I have such a hard time feeling truly comfortable in my own skin.
I suffer from body dismorphia.
Something that is all too common in this day and age.
What is fat and how did it become a prized noun within my mind's self imposing vernacular?
I am not fat but how come, no matter what, I'll never be "un-fat" enough?
I could lose thirty pounds and think "Hmm, I'm not fat, but I'm also not 'un-fat'"
I have weighed 125 lbs and thought I was fat.
I weigh 145 lbs, and I still think I'm fat.
Or should I say not "un-fat"?
What's going on here?
How did this little word create such a realm of disillusion within my mind and self perception?
Well it's other people. I believed for so long that other people thought I was fat. So how could I think I looked good if other people thought I was fat?
I have been called fat a few times in my life, and it was puberty, so it doesn't count.
I framed the image of myself solely with what I thought other people thought of me or what I thought other people should think of me and, what I thought of other people.
Mindfuck. Major, major mindfuck.
But a mindfuck that, I believe, many women fall prey too. My thought is "how could I be confident with myself if other people thought I was gross and chunky?"
Well it turns out that...
A. Confidence comes from self esteem and what you think of yourself and...
B. I am extremely judgmental of people, myself included.
Recently there has been a major societal war on body shaming and body image. As much as I'd like to be "above it", sadly I am not. I suffer from body dismorphia. I honestly think I should look like a goddamn model. For what? I am not a model. I don't even want to be a model. I want to be a mother and a teacher and a good friend and a strong, educated woman and none of those things that I want to do directly correlate with the status of my thigh gap or how robust my love handles are.
I was always in the mindset of "I have it lose 5 lbs". In actuality, I don't even really want to lose 5 lbs, I just thought I had to want to lose 5 lbs. That mindset made me feel safe, it makes me feel like I am in control.
I crave control. I love feeling like I have control. It is part of my mental illness.
If I can just control what I look like, I will feel better.
If I look thin, people will love me.
If I exclude this, I will lose this.
If I run here, it will make this smaller.
If I find what Kate Hudson does, I will look like her.
What does she eat?
What's my BMI?
How come I'm not getting a thigh gap?
Why are my arms fat?
Why won't my pooch go away?
Oh! I will try juicing!
Oh! I will be vegan!
Oh! I will go Paleo!
Oh! I will try bodybuilding!
What does she look like in a bikini?
How did she lose weight?
What does my stomach look like today?
I am obsessed with trying to control this.
These are all things I think and have thought. Constantly searching for a solution to a nonexistent problem causes much unneeded stress, anxiety and DISease.
There is no problem with how I look, there is a problem with my perception.
There is a problem with the expectations I have set for myself.
This is the war I'm waging and guess what, bitches? I'm winning.
This is not easy. It's not like one day I woke up and was like YEAH GUYS I JUST LIKE LOVE MY BODY.
Constantly I am removing myself from the negative mantra of "my body is not good enough" and questioning it.
I ask myself, What does that even mean? Because I have a little fat on my stomach and a double chin, I am a piece of crap?
What have I done about it?
Well I prayed. I admitted this was an issue in my life that I really have no control over. I cried. I got so upset. All I wanted was to be thin.
Luckily, it is difficult for me to lose weight and the universe did not grant me my wish of "glorious weight loss" because it has lead me to actual salvation from this problem. Actually, real self love and dedication that focuses on health rather than vanity.
I'm doing my best to focus on exercise that makes me feel good, not exercise that obliges the thought of "I have to lose weight, and if I don't work out I will get fat"
I'm doing my best to eat mindfully and listen to my body's needs.
I'm doing my best to focus on building strength, mentally, physically and emotionally.
I believe we are all meant to unconditionally love our bodies.
My weight goes up and down, and it has NOTHING to do with my self worth.
I want to feel comfortable in my own skin. I want to listen to the wisdom that lies within my body.
I no longer have the ability to lie to myself about the magnitude of this issue within me. I have dedicated myself to living a life that is true to ME. A life of honesty, compassion and love. That shit starts on the inside.
Let it begin with me.
Deep on thought while smelling like garlic.