THIS. 👊

THIS.

ALL of this!

I am so far into Recovery, that every single one of these sentences ring true for me.

And it should for you, too!

Our body is our own, and if WE can accept her own body, sometimes you will have to FORCE it on to others…

What do I mean by that?

That WE, as Womem, have to break other people’s perceptions on what a body should TRULY look like!

Who decided that having a soft belly roll was, and is, wrong?

Gross, or unworthy?

And WHO decided that it was okay to comment on someone else’s body?!

We’ve been taught that by Society, but it’s something that is NOT true!

I’m at a point right now, that I’m angry…

Not so much angry that I had an Eating Disorder,

But angry at the fact that I’m supposed to believe that because I weigh more, my personal worth doesn’t mean anything!

Assumptions from other people based on how I LOOK, should not be able to make me or break me…

You know what ASSuming does, right?

It makes an ASS out of you, and of me.

More out of YOU, than me, IF I do say so MYSELF!

I’ve promised myself, to never, ever, Diet AGAIN!

Yes, it’s TRUE.

I honestly DON’T care that I’ve gained more weight in the last year after leaving Treatment,

Then I ever have before.

Do you know what I do?

I buy bigger Jeans!

I buy bigger Leggings…

And I buy bigger Shirts!

I won’t lie, at first it felt very foreign, and demoralizing.

I beat myself up about it, and then I asked myself, WHY?!?

Why should I care that I have to buy a bigger item of clothing?

WHO said that is my Jean size CAN’T be over single digits!?

That I shouldn’t be wearing a size XL shirt??

I mean, REALLY!?!

And why should I PERSONALLY care that someone else CARES, that it’s TOO “large” for their liking?!

Fuck THEM.

Yes, I said it-

FUCK them.

Not only is that idea ridiculous,

It’s ALMOST racist in it’s self!

Do you know WHY I don’t mind that I have a big fleshy roll around my middle?

That I’m the largest jean size I’ve ever been?

That I am QUITE aware that I DEMAND more room when I sit or stand!?

Because MENTALLY, I feel the BEST that I ever have!

I have strength.

I have happiness.

And I have a peace, that I’ve never had before!?!

Yes, PEACE.

There is no WAR raging in my mind about what I CAN or CAN’T eat.

There is no nasty Bitch standing in the mirror, ridiculing every single part of my body!

There’s no demeaning voice, drowning out my sanity when I’m around food!

Do you know WHO stands here NOW?

A Warrior.

A strong AF,

WARRIOR.

Why do I call myself that?

Because I’ve FOUGHT on BOTH sides of that Battle,

And I KNOW which side I’m STAYING on.

My WORTH doesn’t come from anyone else.

Including myself!

For ME?

It comes from my Heavenly Father.

I KNOW that what HE sees!

And WANTS to see.

And guess what!?

It certainly ISN’T my Clothing size!

It’s my HEART.

And nothing more!

💗