I Don't Love My Body
I don’t love my body.
There, I said it.
Not a very inspirational statement, but it’s the truth.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s not all bad.
I love certain parts of my body. I love how strong my legs look and I love my green eyes, but there are parts of my body that I will say I dislike. For example, I dislike the cellulite on the back of my legs and I dislike my relentlessly oily and congested skin.
But Jade, that’s not very #bodypositive of you, you should #lovetheskinyourein, love your cellulite! Love ALL of you.
Yeah sorry, but no. Not having it.
Now, body positivity is without a doubt a step in the right direction, absolutely.
In a world which has fallen prey to diet culture, the body positivity movement has created a space for women to feel accepted for their bodies, and has helped them let go of a lot of negative self talk and be kinder to themselves instead.
The media are starting to recognise and celebrate a variety of shapes, sizes and ethnicities, and I want to make it clear that I am 100% for this, no question.
However, I think asking us to all love every part of our bodies, every single day is a BIG ask.
To go from a place of feeling inadequate, unworthy and of self loathing to suddenly loving every aspect of one’s self feels a bit like going straight from a swipe right on tinder to a whirlwind proposal and planning your dream destination wedding.
It’s an emotional roller coaster built on a rocky foundation and it’s unlikely to end well.
So, to body positivity I say no.
I have come to realise that the only way I feel I can truly appreciate my body, is to change the conversation completely.
If instead, I can shift my focus to being thankful for the phenomenal shit my body does for me on the daily.
If I can be proud of how strong I feel when I lift heavy ass weights at the gym.
If I can be confident that my body is up to any task life presents, capable of learning any new skill.
If I can respect and be grateful that one day this incredible body may create and give birth to a tiny human life.
If it becomes insignificant whether I have cellulite or not, or if I’m having a good hair day, or if it’s that time of the month and I’m bloated AF and my oily congested skin is having a pizza party on my face.
Only then, can I feel at peace with myself. Only through this shift in mindset can I really let go of any negative feelings towards my body.
To be clear, I’m not saying you shouldn’t care about the way you look.
Sometimes it just feels good to do your hair and makeup and put on an outfit that makes you feel fine as hell. If that makes you feel good, get after it girl!
I’m simply saying that it’s ok to have days where you feel good about your appearance and it’s also ok to have days where you don’t feel as great.
Acknowledge it and focus on accepting your body as it is, the good with the bad.
Realise your body’s worth beyond the aesthetic.
This friends, is body neutrality.
This is self acceptance.
This is self respect.
Try it out, I think you’ll find you like it.