If you’ve read some of my previous blog posts (such as my Body Image Sucks post), you’ll see that I haven’t always had the best perception of my body. These past few weeks however, I’ve been finding myself looking in the mirror and feeling satisfied, happy even with how I look.
I turn 20 years old in about two months, and slowly I’m realizing, I’m becoming a woman. Now, I understand I should have realized this when I spontaneously started bleeding once a month — a cure called, the menstrual cycle (or period) but even in high school and my past two years of university, I just felt the same — older, but the same. Now as I’m reaching the end of my teen years, I’ve come to realize I don’t want to be the size 0 girl with the perfect body, because no body will ever be perfect in the eyes of its’ beholder.
I love my curves. I love my semi-hour-glass-figure (I say semi because let’s face it, I do have big boobs. I have a small waist in comparison to the boobs, and then bigger hips than my boobs. Not drastically, but slightly pear shaped slightly hour glass). With realizing what I like about my body, I’m finding I’m less stressed out about how everyone looks in the media. Don’t get me wrong, I continue to eat healthy and try to maintain somewhat of a work out (working out kind of bores me, it’s my unfortunate short attention span) but I no longer feel like at this moment, I need to lose 5 lbs. That I need to fit into a size 2 rather than my size 4-6 (which I know in retrospect is not that big, but I’ve had a lot of body issues in the past). I’m realizing I’m reaching my woman body, what will probably stick with me now that my metabolism is starting to slow down.
Don’t get me wrong though, as much as I love my body right now, I don’t think it’s perfect, but I’m not striving for perfection, I’m striving for health.
With Love & Stay Healthy,
Jo
with love, Jo 