Wednesday, March 14, 2012
"Love your curves", Really?
I did not make it to kickboxing yesterday. I haven’t made it to kickboxing yet! I really, REALLY want to go. Started boot camp classes, stopped after a couple of weeks. Even though I have reasons for doing so and am planning on returning soon, it just enforces my own warped belief system that I will forever and always be stuck in this body that I HATE. I don’t really remember when I started hating the way I look. It had to have been when I was very young. Up until I had my first child at 24, most would say that I had a “dream” body, but I never saw it that way. My boobs and hips were too big, my legs too skinny, my ass too wide. What this translated to were measurements of 34”, 24”, 36”…. Meow! Right? I hated it. The attention I received from men made me hate myself more, yet the power I had over them, was like a drug. Talk about a love/hate relationship! Maintaining that level of va va voom was not as easy once I had my first baby. The eating disorder that I had sustained since my junior high cheerleading days was not going to be easy to keep going once I got pregnant. Mainly because I wanted to eat, and I wanted to eat a lot! Throwing up was no longer something within my control because the baby was making the decisions for me now. Getting pregnant not only forced me to put my drinking into check, it diminished my ability to purge and it somehow curbed my desire to cut. Something about mutilating myself with a precious baby inside of me seemed vile during this time. Yet, I had to do something to deal with the emotional pain that I had kept at bay all of these years. So, eating became my drug of choice. For the past 17 years, I have had a rollercoaster relationship with food and with that came the yo-yo cycle of my weight. I have fluctuated between 135 and 195 lbs for over 15 years. Yes, you heard me, “195”! Sadly I’m not too far below that number now AND if you knew my BMI, well… anyhoo…
So, here I am, 41 years old and I still hate my body, hate that I don’t have energy to really do the work it would take to get this weight off, hate how unhealthy I feel, hate that my clothes don’t fit, hate that I can’t BUY the clothes that I want, hate how it makes me feel less intimate with my husband and finally I hate that I can’t feel good about myself and my body at any weight. Isn’t that what we try and teach our daughters, advocate to other women?, “Embrace your curves! Love yourself at any weight! Be proud of who you are and how God made you!”. So, as with this entire journey, I will take it one day at a time. I will work on eating healthier, but not lose my taste for the enjoyment of food. I will find an exercise plan that works and stick with it. I will lose 30 lbs by my birthday, OK 40 AND if I can’t do any of that, at the very least I. Will. Embrace. My. Curves! I can’t truthfully say that I believe any of that, but I can say that in the meantime, I am walking the dog today. Yes, I will walk the dog and if that is all I can accomplish than that will be enough. I will try my hardest to not beat myself up; I will keep telling myself that I am beautiful no matter what my size and I will forgive myself for each stumble.
Besides, my husband still calls me sexy and in this case when he says it, I almost believe it.
Posted by Sivaquoi Laughlin
Born and raised in beautiful southern Idaho. Divorced with two gorgeous daughters. Currently living in Boise's historic North End where I write, hike with my 3 dogs and spend countless hours enjoying all that this amazing city has to offer.
Presently surrounded by research, pencils, notebooks and my trusty laptop working on a narrative non-fiction novel, short stories and the occasional freelance grant. When not writing, I try to keep up and savvy on social media, posting to my blog www.behindhersmile.com and spending time with family and friends.