Why I Choose to Happy With My Body, No Matter What Size I Am….


For most of my teenage to adult life, I’ve been considered obese, fat, plus-size, chunky, pleasantly plump and if people want to be really nice, curvy. I can’t say that I’ve always been totally comfortable with myself especially as a teenager, but my weight was never really a big issue and I was never bullied or anything. My weight is also not something that I consistently think about and to this day it bothers me when other women constantly talk about what new diet they are doing, the fact that they hate their bodies, or the size they use to be 10 years ago. Matter of fact it really annoys me. Most of the time I’m thinking, there is so much going on in the world, but yet as women we choose to sit and talk about our weight. What does this say about us? Has society placed such a high value on beauty standards that  weight has become a prime topic among a group of highly intelligent women?  I mean just look at the list of diets or weight loss fads: no-carb, no meat, paleo, caveman, juicing only, feeding tube, liposuction, gastric sleeve and gastric bypass. That was only the tip of the iceberg. I’m pretty sure there will be some new diet fad and research that will suggest that only eating bacon will help you lose weight. Now I’m not here to question the validity or success rate of the new diets, I’m just saying that those thing should not be the primary talking points at any dinner that I’m invited to.

It also bothers me when people try to pass their body issues on to me. Just because you hate yourself when you look in the mirror and feel like you have to be a size 2, doesn’t mean that I should do the same.  I guess some people look at chunky girls and say she can’t possibly be happy with her body. My response to that would be, even the healthiest woman is not totally happy with her body. We all have something on our bodies that we feel like we could work on. I’m not going to sit in a corner and sulk or become a recluse because the BMI chart says that I’m obese (By the way, according to Wikipedia the BMI chart was developed by Lambert Adolphe Jacques Quetelet, a Belgian astronomer, mathematician, statistician and sociologistnot a medical doctor…in the 1800s). At some point in history society or some fashion designer decided that once you become fat or overweight you should be depressed and spend the rest of your life indoors, because you are no longer beautiful to world.

The one thing that I’ve never really complained about is my weight, because I like to eat and I don’t like to exercise so I know exactly why I’m chunky and to be honest, I never really went through the “weight loss struggle”.  I once had a friend ask me, “Have I ever thought about getting the gastric sleeve or gastric bypass since I have insurance, because I’m pretty sure that my insurance would cover it?” I responded, “Hell No, because to me those operations are for people that have tried to lose weight and just can’t, I’ve never tried to lose weight and me getting that surgery would just be taking the lazy ass way out.”  Yes, I know that I should lose weight to be healthier and to avoid diabetes, high blood pressure, and everything else that comes along with being on the chunkier side, but I refuse to let my weight be a burden to me and I’m not going to sit around feeling sorry for myself. At this point I’m at the heaviest weight that I’ve ever been, but I’m not going to let that consume my life and become the point of topic for every conversation that I have. Each morning, I wake up and make a conscious effort to look at myself in the mirror naked, wear the most fabulous outfit I can find in my closet, and walk out the door with the confidence of a supermodel. The point is that I make a choice to be happy with my body no matter what size I am. I make a choice to love every inch of my thick thighs, flabby arms, and in most cases double chins. Loving myself doesn’t mean that I’m not going to get fit, I owe it to myself, husband, and loved ones to become a better me which includes getting healthier. However, I’m never going to be a size 6, or even a size 10 and I’m probably going to always be considered obese when it comes to that BMI chart, because in all honesty, I really do love my curves.

Also, by the way…My Weight Loss Journey is just that… my journey, I don’t want to share it with anybody nor do I want anyone’s unsolicited advice. Now if I ask for your advice that’s an entirely different story.  I know a lot of people, allow you to follow them on their journey, because it provides them with motivation and it allows them to motivate other people, but I’m not one of those people.

Have you made a choice to be happy with something in your life? Doesn’t have to be with your body, it could be anything? If so, leave your comments below. Let’s discuss it.