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Of Bathing Suits and Body Negativity
The systematic betrayal of my body by my brain. Every year.
I will start by saying this: I understand, that to a lot of people, a woman with ten pounds to lose talking about body negativity makes her sound like an asshole. I don’t need your judgment. I have plenty of my own, thank you.
Body negativity and body dysmorphia do not discriminate. I’ve been told by people in my life that unless I am 40+ pounds overweight, I have no right to complain about my body. Let’s get this straight, there’s nothing about body negativity that’s a privilege.
I have no problem with emotional self love. I love who I am on the inside and it makes me happy. It’s been a long, hard fight but I won. The battle with my body? It still wages.
I am now 45 damn years old. It’s time I came to the understanding that this body of mine is sacred and good enough. So much easier said than done.
Last Spring, I was coming off of the divorce diet. I was overwhelmed with an impending job loss, as well.
I didn’t take care of myself. The gym was a sanctuary but some days, chewing literally seemed like an arduous task. I just drank protein shakes. Needless to say…
