As I got older, I learned quickly that weight keeps men away. Weight says, "I won't let you get close to me." Weight is a shield and protector when the world feels too scary. Weight made me invisible.
We are finally embracing who we are and how we look. We are taking back our bodies and publishing pictures of them on social media, not for attention (while attention is often received) but to say 'Look at me, I love my body and I love who I am!'
Thanks to a gutsy, brave, and curvy teen, Disney has 11,000 votes (and counting) for a more realistic princess to add to their line of royalty.
Long gone are the days of the "anonymous Internet" when folks surfed and shared about their deepest fears and struggles under the protective cover of ...
She glowed. Rachel glowed. And I couldn't blame her. In that moment, she had all the control in the world. But it was illusory: As she stood, soaking in the applause, she was being praised for a body that she was living in, but that no one believed belonged to her.
Those mountains of skin are all I have left to prove that we were once one and not two. How can I be ashamed of that?
"She" is that bubbly, giving, inspirational woman we got to know on the show. Her body is the inconsistent vessel. She remains. And she is beautiful.
I knew what a calorie was at the age of 7. I was on a diet by the age of 9. And pretty much ever since then, it's always been about the numbers
It was a warm, clear day in August when I found out my friend from college had committed suicide. Not from a phone call. Not even from a text from a friend. No, I found out from the same medium through which I had followed his psychological ordeal for years: Facebook.
She simply what she saw, a beautiful woman, and was moved to speak up. And the more time I spend trying to reconcile her vision with my own narrative, the less time I have for the elliptical and bacon cheeseburgers (because there is time for both).
If it's true that every woman gets the exact love life she asks for, what does that mean for me? And for you?
As an achiever, I had no idea I could slow down, ask for help, take time out, let go of white-knuckling, accept longing and disappointment as natural byproducts of life. Now, as someone with a different body and mindset, I practice my tips and do the opposite of what I did in my career. The outcome is not only greater success in all areas of my life, but a calmer, healthier and more balanced me.
With self-compassion, I want to be healthy, I want to make good choices, and I want to honor how far I've come.
Some might say, "What's the big deal about a pillow with a cute little saying?" And I'm saying -- taking a pillow off the shelves is one little step in the direction where millions of steps still need to be taken if we are ever going to stop this cycle.
Am I pretty? I remember the first time one of my twin daughters asked me this question, dressed in pink, blonde curls unruly, chubby child feet with painted toes, staring in the mirror, looking through her reflected self to me.
I learned very young that a woman's power came from her looks. Specifically, my beauty, or lack there of, was how my worth was measured.