@ghostyslovesheets
fuck me what is wrong with people accepting themselves and liking themselves - surely that's the first step to change - if they want to.
I HATE the obsession with thin = healthy it's so fucking toxic and wrong
I was a size 4 - I was anorexic and chain smoked
Now I am bigger - way bigger but I don;t smoke, I eat healthily and exercise very regularly
I am fitter now - but people like you OP would applaud the anorexic smoker and chastise the fat runner
so yeah - that toxic bollox can do one
It isn't a first step to changing though. It's usually the only step toward deciding not to bother. When I was obese (at a way lower appearance of being fat than people assume is obese) I made an honest assessment of myself and accepted that my weight was not good for my long term health. That while I didn't feel like it was affecting my day to day abilities, that was almost certainly because I got used to carrying the extra weight bit by bit as I piled it on and I just hadn't noticed how it was holding me back. And even if by some extremely unlikely miracle I wasn't being held back by my excess weight in my late 30s as I went on into my 40s and beyond I certainly would be. I recognised that I almost certainly already wasn't being the best parent to an extremely active child already through the limits on my fitness and the example I was setting. And that I definitely would be limiting the time and quality of our future relationship. That while there are things I have limited or no control over with my life and health, I could develop a rare cancer/get hit by a drunk driver/etc, I owed it to my child and myself to take control of the things that I could to be my best, healthiest self.
The day that I was truly honest was the day I lost the weight and got really fit. Obviously it took 5 months to get to a healthy-ish weight. Another 8 months or so to get really fit. Another 4-6 months on top of that to get to the really strong, athletically fit state I'm in now. But it all happened that first day that I was honest. I never loathed my fat body. I never really gave it much thought. I was admittedly unhappy with the state of my belly after pregnancy and a C-Section and had read all the body positivity 'love your tiger stripes' bollocks online which just made me feel really fucking sad and helpless about it.
Because that's what body positivity does. It makes you feel fucking helpless. It's nasty toxic shit that doesn't teach positivity about your body. It teaches denial about very real health implications and helplessness instead of power. When I decided to be honest with myself about what I had done to my body, myself, what I could take control over and what I couldn't, I improved my life 1000fold. My physical abilities now are so far over and beyond what they were when I was heavy. I can get up and go and go and go. I was holding myself back so much with extra weight and like a slowly boiling frog, I had no idea. Pains I had for over a decade have gone. I have no more joint pain. I have strong, capable muscles that easily achieve the kinds of speed, endurance, strength and flexibility that even 20 year old me would have considered a fantasy. I would have always been capable of all that and probably so much more if I hadn't spent so long fucking 'accepting' myself.
I'm also a hell of a lot curvier now. My natural shape is hourglass and I put on weight very evenly, so even obese I had a shape I liked, and at a healthy weight I have the same shaped torso. But my bum is higher and rounder because gravity isn't pulling it down. My legs and upper arms/shoulders are hourglass too now from muscle definition. It's insane to me that our culture shames muscular women as 'mannish' when really we have these wonderful, smooth curves that match our torso-shapes when we have properly used muscles. I actually struggle sometimes with how muscular I am because I know people are horrible about it when I think they are actually really beautiful, and that's just a bonus on top of how capable they are and all the extra amazing things they let me do and make me feel. My belly that I was sad about, while still damaged now has clear muscular definition and is something I feel really proud of.
But beyond that as a fit person, I actually feel kind of higher and utterly joyous nearly every single day. My brain is often buzzing off endorphins. I laugh, really crazy laugh with my friends all the time like a happy child. I'm so constantly, really genuinely happy nearly all the time because my body and brain are so properly in sync. Even when really, really shitty things happen in my life, I have this release and sense of power and one-ness. This is body positivity. Not pretending that I'm actually happy with excess fat and weak muscles. Not thinking I'm healthy or fooling myself that I'm fully capable just because I can manage day to day basics. Telling myself that wearing a pad for a two hour drive because there would be bladder leakage was a normal part of womanhood. Yet 4 years on I'm doing 2 hour trampoline workouts and split jumps, while downing a huge bottle of water and peeing zero amounts. Being overweight has consequences and we shouldn't be normalising them. No-one should hate themselves or be hated or ridiculed for being overweight/obese. But we should be realistic about how much of normal life you are missing out on and that all the small damages we are doing to ourselves are not normal and can genuinely, very often be fixed by treating our bodies (ourselves) properly.