I’ve been treated for body dysmorphia during therapy but I still can’t shake the self-critical eye that seems to follow me wherever I go. I want to achieve a good relationship with my body, but I mourn the figure I had in my teens - how sad is that? I’m only bloody 25 but I long for the body I had when I was 16! I mean…. Whaaaaatttt?! I was a freakin’ child, of course my body’s changed!

This is no one else’s problem apart from my own and, of course, the odd comment, “you’re not the slimmest” from older relatives packs a punch. Yeah thanks, it’s Easter and I ate a chocolate egg, rub it in! But why is it we feel so damn guilty about our own bodies, always making excuses, “I’ll be naughty and have another cake” there’s nothing naughty about it, it’s just the way we justify it to ourselves and it makes me so mad. And yes, the media has A LOT to answer for. A LOT. A HELL OF A LOT.

So, gaaaaaals. Lets start loving ourselves and not giving a stuff what other people think, because we are healthy, strong, at peace and in love. 

Who’s with me?! 🧡💛💚


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