Saying I do to My Body
This past October, I got married. I did it up pretty big, too. A big, white, cupcake dress, two hundred guests from near and far. Nine months of preparations, crafting, and DIY-ing whipped by in a pleasure-filled blur of prosecco, friends’ faces, and silk organza. And now I’m a Mrs, living with a Mr. in a new apartment.
I wanted to start a place on the blog where we hear from everyday women of all ages, sizes and walks of life regarding body diversity, struggles, confidence and the pressures of womanhood. I want to hear these stories because they remind me that I am not alone in my thoughts and my shame and I am sure they will bring the same sense of comfort and community for many of our followers as well.
Today you will hear from me, because in order to ask vulnerability of others we must first share ourselves.
One of my biggest responsibilities as a mother to three daughters is to teach them how to love their bodies.
We are bombarded with appearance/body images daily. Often times, these images are photoshopped and altered making women and young girls despise their bodies. In fact, this body-hating behavior results in depression, anxiety, low self-esteem and eating disorders.
This article posted on Lenny by model & body activist Ashley Graham a couple days ago really got to me. There's a lot of talk out there about body positivity, body shaming, the term plus-size, #effyourbeautystandards, etc... the list goes on and on.