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A Lifetime Spent Worrying about My Weight
Cherry Healy’s book ’Letter’s To My Fanny’ is all over Instagram – I haven’t read it yet, but apparently it’s well funny. Also they had cakes that looked like fanny’s at the book-launch which is a strong start…
Lena Dunham’s also shared an ode to her body on her podcast: ’Woman of the Hour’. Listening to it was moving, because she was able to be so kind to the body she was given.
Like most women, I have a dubious relationship with my bod – so I
Here’s how I feel about the skin that I am in:
– I was the fat girl at school.
– It made me really unhappy.
– People said ’she’s got such a pretty face’. That made me unhappy too.
– I went to slimming club as a teenage. It didn’t work.
– One perk of carrying a few extra pounds is getting boobs early. This meant being able to get served fags and alcohol under-age. Massive bonus.
– When I started smoking (a 10-pack of Sovereign bought
– Around the same time I had a light-bulb moment. I realised you couldn’t just eat whatever you wanted. Those thinner girls were stopping and thinking about what they ate. Not in an eating disorder way. They just exercised some restrain, something I’d never known you were suppose to do.
– Since then I’ve more or less stayed within a healthy BMI. But it takes effort.
– If I don’t exercise I get fat. It’s a fact.
– When I am happy I put on weight.
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– Those people who ’forget to eat?’ – not me. Food is never far from my thoughts. Why the hell not? Good food is amazing. I am a foodie and proud of it.
– I have spent my life wishing I was a naturally thin person. Trying to picture what it would be like ’not to worry.’
– I am the largest member of my family. Genetics can be cruel.
– The lightest I have ever been as an adult was 9.2lb. On my wedding day. Try as I might I could never get down to that elusive 8.13.
– These days my average weight is 10.4lb.
– I have recently accepted that these days I am size 12 (not the size 10 I’ve been trying to squeeze back into). What a game-changer. It’s really liberating to pick-up/ order clothes online and have them fit you.
– I am learning that I will never be skinny but I am strong.
– The day I gave birth to Woody at home without pain-relief I felt truly
– My body is good at being pregnant. I have had two straight forward pregnancies. I do not underestimate how fortunate that makes me.
– I now have ’Mummy strength’ too.
– Recently I carried both boys back from the train station. One in each arm. Plus a back pack FULL of stuff. That’s easily an extra 4 stone. A (sweaty) impressive achievement.
– Yet, despite all this, I am still so desperate for those scale to give me ’the right answer’ each day that I have been known to: A) re-weigh after a big poo b) move the scales to a
– Yup its mental. Deep-down I know there’s so much good stuff those scales can’t tell me. Such as:
– My skin tone. I love it. I tan easily. Which was a major trump card in the 90s/early 2000. I never look properly pale even after a winter in London.
– My ears are brillaintly (and laughably) small.
– My bone structure means all sunglasses suit me. Daft but a positive none-the-less.
– I have green eyes
– I like my hair colour. Though, of course, I’ve experimented. One disastrous time I persuaded a mate to dye it peroxide blonde the morning before flying to Amsterdam. Not a good idea. In my stoned haze I freaked out every time I caught sight of myself in a reflective surface.
– I’ve always wanted a brace though never needed one. At school I fashioned one out of paperclip
– I have 8 tattoos. Some of them I don’t like that much anymore. But they remind me exactly how I felt at the time I had them done, which I LOVE.
– My feet are hideous, they’ve earned me the nickname ’Gandhi feet’. Blame a lifetime of trying to cram my feet into shoes into smaller sizes.
– BUT big feet (size 7) means big pelvic floor: it’s relative you know, in this instance ugly feet = easier labours.
– My hands are good. As are my legs.
– Big boobs. So admired? They are a blinking pain. A perk of
– My forehead is wrinkled. It comes from doing ALL my expressions with my eye brows. Something both boys have inherited and an endless source of amusement.
– I am guilty of having judged other people: she’s put on a few pounds, she’s looking greyer etc … It’s a habit I want to stop. Our bodies are our only true constant, they are utter miracles.
– My body grew me the 2 humans that I love more than anything in the world. How sad to spend so much time measuring it, comparing
– I am Clemmie and I am a size 12. I have good hair, good skin, a creative mind and good collar bones.
– Yes I am bigger at the age of 34 than I was at 24. But I like myself so much more than I did then. Time to chuck away the clothes I am never going to get back into, cut myself some slack and focus on the good stuff.
– Hell, I ain’t going to get another body, so I might as well learn to get on with the one I’ve got. And, if in doubt, have a mani-pedi: in my experience that makes
I have deliberated long and hard about whether to put this post up. I worried that it was too navel-gazing. As I said at the beginning this was an exercise for myself. And it’s been a therapeutic one. I highly recommend writing down the good points about your body; it didn’t come easy, but it has made me feel better about myself….
