Can we just take a moment to realise how stupid we’re being.
You either fit in one of three categories. You’ve lost weight, you’ve put on weight or you’re the same as you’ve always been.
It bothers me that the majority of my friends hate on their bodies. Because that’s shit. To me I don’t get it, you all look bloody gorgeous. Then I do it myself. We don’t practice what we preach.
If I’m honest, not one single one of my friends seem happy with their bodies. Pre / post weight loss or otherwise – but you know what. You should be.
I’m the annoying girl that eats what she wants and stays skinny. Does that mean I love my body – nope.
My mum once said to me. Love your body now because it’s never going to be as young and as beautiful. Wise words. But what’s really nice about that is that it applies through the ages. Your skins never going to get smoother than it is today, but that’s the same for tomorrow and the next day.
You can look at that two ways. Either it’s a mother fucker – or today you’re more beautiful than you’re ever going to be.
I haven’t had a baby or put on weight. And I’m not going to pretend to know what it’s like to have my body feel like it’s not my own. But I have got lots of beautiful friends who have been through lots of different experiences with their bodies and, as far as I can see, you all look bloody gorgeous.
Yes you might have some wobbly bits – who doesn’t. I’m a size bloody six and I have wobbly bits. The thing is. It doesn’t matter. And it’s not going to change. Perfect doesn’t exist. Photoshop does.
I see girls day in day out hate on themselves, when I’ll be thinking, Jesus if only I had her legs, or bloody hell I wish I had her boobs. We’re all so busy hating on ourselves – especially those adjusting to changes with their bodies – that we forget to think of the things that are great about them.
So here, in no particular order. I’ve written down the things I love about my friends’ bodies.
– Holly. Those boobs. And the fact your a bloody walking talking Snow White
– Abbie. I want your waist and the curve to your hip. Plus your hair and your shoulders. Oh and if we could swap feet that would be great (say hello to your new friends – bun and yan) and your face is better too! Basically I prefer your genes
And you know what. They’re exactly that. Hang ups. So let’s just stress a little less about the wobble and eat some cake and drink some Prosecco.
Eating cheese cake as we speak. You all have body dismophia now eat some cake for gods sake. Eat. The. Cake.
Did I say drink some wine? Drink the wine!