Firstly, apologies. This isn’t a very happy, exciting nor positive post so please feel free to skip it. I’ve said before that sometimes I just need to write and get it out of me and this is one of those days. I hope it doesn’t seem like I’m digging for…validation (?) or whatever, I just need to vent I guess.
Yesterday I mentioned that I’d been struggling a bit of late. We’ve been arguing a lot you see, falling out… and I’ve been pretty rude to be honest. Me and my body that is. My middle to be exact.
I’ve worked hard, very hard, to overcome my issues with food. I don’t link it to emotions anymore, I’m not scared of it. Finally I’m learning to listen to my body and feed it when it wants, push it to its limits but also rest it when it asks. In that sense we’re doing pretty well. But my relationship with my body itself? Not so good. Some days I feel amazing, strong, powerful, good, on top of the world. Yet it never seems to last for long… Then I start to feel big, squishy, unfeminine, frumpy even, all over again. And then I panic.
And it drives me mad. This is a body that has been through so much and it has come out the other side. It’s never going to conform to a stereotypical ‘perfect body’ and I don’t want it to. I just want us to be friends! It can move fast, it is strong and is getting stronger. Yet it will always have curves, boobs and a little bit of a tummy.
What’s more, I know that I am worth more than my body. Yet no matter how much I tell myself all of this it’s not going in. The stress continues. And I’m starting to make a bit of a connection that stress + my stomach = unhappy.
So, what to do? Be kind. Treat myself like a child. Talk when I need to talk and stop putting so much pressure on myself all the time. So here is my goal, my pledge for the coming weeks/months/however long it takes… I am coming to the realisation that I need to trust the process and accept that this is a process I’m still going through. I’ve had so many different shapes due to various factors over the past few years that I need to find the one that is the real me again. I’ll get there, I know I will. (I have to…) It just takes time.
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Very honest and raw post Pip. I have faith you will get there. It is a journey and you are doing so amazingly well even recognising this behaviour. Keep going and keep being positive. Thank your body for it being so marvellous and healthy. Eventually you will think more positive body thoughts then negative. Trust ❤
You always seem to say the right thing Lauren! I was nervous about this post – I didn’t know if I was writing too openly but am glad I did 🙂 it sure is a journey, there’s good and bad days but the destination is worth it!
Wonderful post – I hope you felt a bit better after writing it all out 🙂 I absolutely love the quote you highlighted and it couldn’t be more true. Trust yourself, your body and yes, the process.
Thank you lovely! Yes it helped so much to ‘get it all out there’! 🙂
I always consider writing to be ultimately therapeutic and I hope by writing it down, a (proverbial) weight has been lifted of your shoulders- and giving yourself confidence moving forward! 🙂
Writing is such therapy and getting this post out in the open helped more than I expected, thank you!
You are so right Pip, it really is a process that takes time, and we all have the occasional relapse, but remember what you are showing yourself here, that you have the ability to recognise it as just that and not let it consume you. Onwards and upwards, as you say trust yourself and the process x
Thank you sweetie, I refuse to let it take over again and I am SO much more aware of it now. It’s just a case of shutting that little voice off but it’s definitely getting there 🙂 x
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