Warning – a feeling sorry for myself post (yup, PMSing at the moment)
I’ve always been big-boned, too short for my weight etc. Have battled the bulge since the onset of puberty. But once I left my twenties behind I sort of made peace with it and decided to love my body. I met husband when I was 28 and although I was still insecure then, I was being loved by a hottie and was glowing.
Once Thomas arrived there was no time for body issues as there was the ‘baby issue’ to take care of. I must admit I also chilled out a lot after Thomas as I was in awe of what my body had done. I’m mostly at peace with my rolls and stretchmarks that look like fishmoths – they’re so pale and grey! But every now and then something happens that takes me right back to the tween who was being teased at junior school, the teen who was made to feel revolting because she didn’t conform to what hormonal teen boys thought was hot and the young woman who felt like a whale because she didn’t look like a Cosmo girl. Why is it that no matter how successful, happy and fulfilled you are – that little bullied/teased child from your childhood always makes an appearance and wrecks the party?
That something happened last week and I’m still feeling funny about it. Will obviously build a bridge and get over it like I’ve learnt to do but I just needed to tell someone. Thanks for listening.