Right now, I don’t like this picture…
I am submitting this because it scares me to put it out there, and I’m the kind of person who has to take what frightens them head on. So here it is. I’m not happy with it today. I was yesterday, but not today. I’ve never really been skinny (not since I was 5 years old or so). I’m trying to accept it.
This body has had two babies. Something like that takes its toll on skin and muscles (especially two Cesarian Sections). I have cellulite and fat, but I have to keep reminding myself to never call myself fat. I’m more than that. I’m smart and spunky and a closet fanfiction nerd.
I feel like people look down on me because of my size, but it occurs to me that they’re missing a lot when they do. If they judge me because of something that unimportant then they miss all the things that you can’t see at first glance.
People tell me I have a beautiful face, but I never have been able to believe them. My husband tells me I have a beautiful body, and I struggle with that as well. When I look in the mirror beautiful is the last thing that crosses my mind, but I’m working on that. I struggle with my weight. I know I’ll never be thin, and I have decided that being healthy is much more important.
Being overweight is genetic for me. My mother is well over 300 pounds, and I take after her in most of my looks. My weight fluctuates between 180 and 210 pounds.
I have a burn scar on my stomach from spilling a pot of boiling water across it 7 years ago. There is also a scar on my right breast which you can’t see. I’ve been working on accepting those as well.
All of you are beautiful. Every person has some part of them that is better than every other person on the planet. It might be inside or outside, but each of us is best at something.