When the ball dropped on January 1st many of us toasted to a “new year, new me” and made our New Years Resolutions, highlighting our desires for the upcoming year. At the top of my list: “Love Your Body.”
If you happen to scroll through my Instagram feed I doubt you’d guess that amidst my endless selfies and confidence boosting quotes, I struggle with self acceptance. My biggest struggle, loving the curves the good lord blessed (or cursed) me with.
My battle with body image started as a pre-teen when I was the first in my 5th grade class with breasts. Without the need of the classic Judy Blume “I must increase my bust” prayer – my breasts grew faster than those of the other girls and didn’t stop. Along with premature breasts on my short frame, add some baby making hips, a stomach that won’t stay flat and Jamaican Sunday dinners (filled with rice, red meat and grease), and that equals a recipe for a lifetime battle with obesity.
If you ask me, I’ve always had too much of everything. Cheeks too big. Hips too wide. Thighs too thick. Booty too big- (ok maybe not the booty. That can stay.). In any case living a life of “too” and dealing with my weight fluctuation made me hate the girl in the mirror, and over a decade later I still have the same struggles.