‘Thin’ is a Four Letter Word

I’ll be honest – watching my weight was never something I was into. Sure I’d watch what I’d eat, try not to consume too much alcohol, sugar, bad fat yadda, yadda, yadda. But for most of my life I was able to maintain my weight. And then I had Little P…. and then I went back to work.

It was the going back to work part that really did me in – sitting stationary for 8 plus hours a day (and eating foods that were maybe not so good for me)…. was in complete contrast to all the activity and healthy eating I had been doing with Little P prior to that. Almost two years of sitting still took it’s toll. And while I’m not the Elephant Woman by any standards, I certainly don’t have the body I had four years ago.

And while I’m working on losing the extra weight I gained from being sedintary those couple of years, I certainly don’t feel like I need to be a size 2.

I cringe whthin is a four letter worden people say ‘I want to be thin’ (not ‘I’d like to be thinner’, or ‘I’d like to be more thin than I am now’ – just thin). I makes my skin crawl when people comment on how skinny they wish they were. And not because I am adverse to people wanting to lose weight – it’s the concept of being that super skinny, all skin stretched over bones kind of thing that bugs me.

THIN is a four letter word as far as I am concerned.

And I know friends of mine will say, it’s okay for you, you’ve never been overweight. And that’s true. I am blessed to have pretty decent genes (thanks Mum and Dad), and although these days I need to watch what I put in the engine, I’m not crazily counting calories. I don’t want to be skinny. I want to be healthy. I want to look athletic, but not crazy lady athletic (think Madonna and those insane arms). More like Angelina Jolie in ‘Tomb Raider’. I think Queen Latifah summed it up best when she said: “I don’t want to be a supermodel; I want to be a role model.” 

I want Little P to grow up being confident in how she looks, because she sees that’s how her Momma is. I want her to feel like she can do anything, be anything, go anywhere and know that what she looks like is secondary to how she acts and how she treats people. I want her to be able to go ‘I’m here world, what ya got for me?’. I hope to provide her with the kind of self-confidence my Mum gave me, to enable her to hold her head high no matter what, and to be able to take whatever life throws at her.

I don’t think that’s a lot to ask for.

So here’s to being comfortable in our own skin, no matter what color or size it may be. Embrace who you are, lumps, bumps, dimples and all.

Till next time, stay healthy my friends.


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