"MOM BODY"

This Summer

So this post might get a little emotional for me. Since I started college I have had an up and down battle with my weight. Now most of my friends will tell you, they think I'm the skinny one. But I found out that it's not what others see but how you see yourself. I grew up in a house where we are brutally honest with each other, I mean when you eat everyone watches your plate. Now when I was younger I was so excited about getting hips (which haven't stopped growing) and butt (which seemed to disappear). I WAS CURVY!!! Then college came along and you know how everyone gets about the dreaded "FRESHMAN 15" (you know those 15 lbs that you supposedly gain your first year in college, -___-). Well I worked my butt off my first semester freshman year. GYM. . .gYm and more GYM! I actually started to lose a lot of weight, even my family started to noticed.
As you all know everyone has those people in life who aren't satisfied unless you are always down. Well I had a few of those, and sadly then I called them friends (I'll tell you more about them when I get to my friendships). My freshman year I had two "friends" who were particularly skinny (one guy and one girl) and they gave me HELL about how curvy I was. And I started feeling like curvy just wasn't a good thing anymore. So every word they said and thing they did was another scratch on my board of pain. I didn't want to go swimming with them, I hated wearing skinny jeans around them. . .I just wanted to cover up every inch of my body with a trench coat (I've done this before in Middle School. Yes even during the Spring I wore it.). Then one day it hit rock bottom for me, as they tried to describe people's body type. . .mine got labeled a "MOM BODY" (this is big boobs, large hips, and chunky legs). I was hurt, but as usual I covered it up with humor. And maybe they thought it was funny but I completely did not. I got called that for a very long time. . .actually the better word is tormented. So every time someone would hint at the idea of "fat" and "me", I was devastated. So over the past two years I tried every method to get over my pain, from ignoring it to pretending to embrace it to crash diets to crying over it. NOTHING LIKE THAT WORKS!!! 


Then as cheesy as this may sound I read an article in Seventeen Mag about Demi Lovato and the "Love is Louder" Campaign. I cried while I read it. It was true! Love was louder than my weight issues. The ones who really cared about me never were concerned with my shape and those who were needed to know it was hurting me more than they thought. So I confronted them!! We kind of agreed that it wasn't cool and it needed to stop. That is when I began working on being healthy. Realizing that my "skinny" friends couldn't walk up three flights of stairs whereas I joyfully ran up them, made me feel GREAT! Not because they couldn't but because I was doing something that physically they told me I couldn't do. BOOM! I came to complete terms with my weight over the summer when I gained 20 lbs and that is when I wanted to do it (get healthy)  FOR ME!!!! I recently signed the Seventeen Body Peace Treaty and I am an avid supporter of Love is Louder Campaign. So the next time you call someone fat no matter if you think they are not THAT fat, jokingly or not, even if you call yourself that, out loud or in your head. . .THINK TWICE! Cause YOU ARE WHAT YOU THINK!!!! (Ok, I made it through without tearing up)


P.S. I think my curves are sexy, cause my curves can run up 6 flights of stairs! HMPH!! Mom body that!