On a Facebook page I’m on (to which I was added by a friend), all about exercise, one of the ladies opened up about her low body confidence. I just thought I’d share here, what I wrote there (which also caused ladies in various parts of the country to listen to a certain band!)
Bloody media - all these expectations of beauty are slammed in our faces day and night - in magazines, on t.v. and in movies. Billboards, the internet, porn. All of it has these unrealistic concepts of beauty and no matter how much we understand, it’s still there under our skin; in our psyche. My mum was a yo yo dieter, claiming it must be healthy as her Weight Watcher’s leader (who had to retain goal to keep her job) got ME. I was encouraged to go with her in my early 20s but the rebel in me didn’t like being told what to eat by the pompous lady.
It took me a long time to come to terms with my body with it’s high waist (think Simon Cowell), slightly bulbous belly (caused by a huge fibroid), my slightly larger nose etc… but do you know what? I’ve got a gorgeous arse!! Seriously, in the mid/late 90s I heard this song and it started the change in the way I feel about myself -
We can say all we like but you have to learn to love you for all that you are. Xx