So, I gained weight.
I know it. My partner knows it. My family knows it. My friends know it. Instagram knows it.
I’m sure I’m not the only one going through this. In fact, maybe you gained some weight recently as well?
There are many reasons why I gained weight; all of which are within my control. On the one hand, I have become less restrictive/obsessive and have truly given up the diet mentality for good. Yay! But on the other hand I have also been super stressed and anxious in recent months and as a result, my emotional eating track record has been through the roof. Nay! But regardless of why, none of these reasons need to be explained or apologized for. It is what it is.
As you can guess, this physical change has come with a large amount of mindfuckery. It’s never a pleasant experience to gain weight (unless that is your goal, and sometimes even then), but even more so if you have struggled with an eating disorder in the past. How the heck are you supposed to deal with that shit?! After all, it’s taken me a long time to become comfortable with my body and accept it for what it is (no thigh gap and stuff). But now I need to re-learn how to love my body with all its new features, and somehow the meaning of unconditional self-love has taken on a whole new meaning.