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This was me nearly 10 years ago.

I thought I was fat...


Only now do I see how much time I wasted being concerned about the opinion of others regarding my size. Yes I was the biggest girl in my classes in primary and secondary school and when I got to year 11 I had had enough of feeling huge. I would eat breakfast, eat nothing all day at school, then eat tea and that would be it. I continued this pattern until I was 17. All because I felt so fat! Now I think, sheesh I spent most of my days hungry because I was so anxious to eat in front of others because I worried about their judgement, when I shouldn't have cared! 


Now at 27 years of age, I'm still fat, I'm not going to spend my days hungry because what's the point? My size should be no ones concern but mine. Yes I'd love to lose weight but I'm lazy as hell and I hate salad! Shoot me. I'm happy, I'm content, and I'll do something about it when I'm ready.


As most of you know I had a baby just shy of 4 months ago, I am the size I was before I was pregnant and I can fit in the jeans that I wore before. That's not bragging, it's just a fact. I don't boast about it because there's no point. I get disappointed at media and Instagram when you see the celebrity bodies '6weeks after giving birth' Instagram videos of them in the gym everyday. It's totally unrealistic. And I feel it's damaging to others. Women who may feel very insecure after their pregnancies because their body has changed. Shouldn't the media be less focused or women's bodies and more focused on their mental well being and praising them on the amazing job they do of just being a parent? 


Men get it too, men get branded with 'the dad bod' why? I just don't get what the fascination is with others bodies! 


We should just be real, true to ourselves, happy with ourselves. I'm not saying that people shouldn't be focused on getting fit or wanting to improve themselves, I don't like the pressure that can be caused to do it super fast. And I feel that's what the media does, puts pressure on. 


Improvement takes time, acceptance can take even longer. 


I'm still trying to accept myself.


Now where's the chocolate? 


Much love 

Beth xx

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