For me, the issue started in elementary school. Crazy, right? Looking back we say stuff like "kids shouldn't have to worry about it." I agree, I wish I could hug little 4th grader Lydia and tell her it doesn't matter. Memories of elementary school for me largely consist of being bullied because I was a chunk (along with being a smarty and usually the only white person in my class which made me just... different?)
|Shoes: Chinese Laundry; Shorts: DIY thrifted; Top: Urban Outfitters; Earrings: Charming Charlie; Purse: H&M|
I still don't see a size 9 as big, size 9 is not big, sizes are just a number, a woman's body is not based on a number. I'm smaller now because I went through a couple of hard things in the past year that left me feeling depressed, resulting in a loss of appetite, unhealthy weight loss. I've been trying to live a healthier vegetarian lifestyle and (usually) work out. I think I have uhhh, decent? Body image. I wish I had more muscles, I wish I looked better in a swimsuit, and I secretly wish to be smaller. However, I don't get down on myself too bad about it. It is true what people say, "confidence is sexy." I try to love all imperfections, as annoying as my acne can get, as bloated as I get, and however pale I get. I think to let another love you, you at first need to love yourself, including body image.
It is important to remember who you are and whose you are. You're beautiful no matter how small or how big or how tall or how short or how pale or how dark...
You are so very loved just how you are <3