For the longest time, I have been struggling with my body image. I never loved the reflection I saw in the mirror, and I foolishly thought, if I lose weight I am going to be happy, and all the problems would be solved, I will be happy again. And of course, it did not make happier. At my lowest weight, I was about 51 kg, and on my to anorexia and bulimia. I was losing my hair a lot. I was miserable and hungry all the time.
Only after I gave birth to my kids, I started appreciating my body for what it is and what it can do. I was amazed that the body I hated so much when I was younger, was so powerful, I mean it created my babies, and it helped me give birth to both of my kids. I know I have rolls, and cellulite, and bumps, and it’s not perfect, but it’s mine. I started celebrating all the things that my body can do for me and stopped comparing it to other women.
Now, I love exercising, not because I want to lose weight, but because I want my body to be stronger. I enjoy my food, and I love to cook, and I treat my self with ice cream and whatever I want, because, why not. I only have one body, and it’s time to enjoy it, not punish it.