When I left on my LDS mission, I was in the best shape of my life. I loved fitness, nutrition & had FINALLY learned to love my body. I have always struggled with body image. I first became “self aware” when a distant family member made a comment to me, that I couldn’t be a dancer because I didn’t have the “right” body type. I was SIX YEARS OLD. SIX.
Junior High was rough. I LOVED junior high & all my friends but constantly felt self conscious about my body. I had the body of an 18 year old when I was 14 so my perception was a little skewed when I would compare myself to the teeny tiny girls I was around. High school was the same way, until my senior year. I realized that I was never going to be a double zero in Hollister jeans. AND THAT IS OKAY! I realized that it doesn’t matter what the scale says, or what dress size you wear. HEALTH is not about dress size. Once I was mentally okay with my body, physically I just snapped into place. I was healthy & happy! My skin still sucked but that’s another blog post haha.
Then I went on my mission... I don’t think I realized how stressed I was until I got home. I had been stress eating the whole time. When I got home I felt horrible about myself. All the mental strength & the self love I had worked so hard for was GONE! Honestly, I gave Satan the key to my happiness. It took a HOT minute for me to pull myself together but I’m back. I’m happy again.
I sucked it up, bought a bigger jean size & I am working on myself. If you do, or have ever felt bad about the way you look, all I can say is LOVE YO SELF. That is easier said than done, I know. But when we don’t love the person that we are, the creation that Heavenly Father so carefully made, we are letting Satan win. He CANNOT win. Our Savior, Jesus Christ makes up the difference. He makes up for what we cannot do alone.