“If you can pinch an inch, then you’re fat.” I’ve heard that from so many different people in my life, almost all of my life. It’s no wonder that weight and appearance weigh heavily on my mind… and dare I say, maybe my heart?
Think fast! What is the most embarrassing moment of your life? Think about it. Looking back, can you laugh at it? Do you smile and roll your eyes? Maybe you shake your head and just sigh. All of these are normal reactions and responses to embarrassment, but in the moment, were you laughing it off while you were crying inside?
My most embarrassing moment was related to something I tied to my very self-worth…. my identity. My weight.
It’s no secret I am not the tiniest lady in the bunch. After having one child, preeclampsia, and a life-long love of sweets, my yoga pants have become a little snug. It’s something I’ve struggled with my entire life, honestly. Growing up, you would see small waists and flat stomachs. You would hear people idolize and worship smaller figures, but shame and ostracize larger ones.
I’ve mentioned it before, these younger generations are far more accepting of various beauty norms. I love it so much.
