To an extent, this is true. When we're at our ideal size (not too much, not too little) we tend to have more energy, health and a better outlook. But weight and diet are often disguises for deeper underlying issues.
Personally- being size X never helped me to feel loads more confident- I remember a friend introduced me to a gorgeous guy friend of her's when we were all out one night- and I thought- theres no way in hell he'd want me- Im way too skinny (I'd just gotten out of a relationship and wasnt feeling too awesome, obviously). He'd probably much rather have a girl with a little flesh on her bones and curves. Apparantly not, he asked me out and we dated for over a year.
And when I was curvier (for me) I thought no one would want me until I got back to my slimmest.
What in the name of body image????
Its so easy to transpose every bad issue in life onto our bodies. If we have a bad day- how often do we instead notice the flesh on our hips or how our jeans cut into our skin- or to say 'had I not overindulged I wouldnt be so upset right now', instead of dealing with the actual issue. You had a bad day, a fight with a friend, your boyfriend, maybe things in general a re a little harder than usual.
Instead of admitting that and dealing with it- so many of us (or maybe I should just speak for me) take it out on our size. If I can control my body and get it into this size (magical number here) everything else will just fall into place. I wont have bad hair days, I wont fight with my boyfriend, I wont get stressed out, life will be perfect.
Wow.... Really? This is what lifes turned into? A series of numbers in calories consumed and burned, clothing size, weight, carbs, calculations and bitter frustration???? Did it ever seem to anyone else in the midst of calorie, carb counting , rationing or ratios that you may as well be eating the cardboard the nutrition labels are printed on?
Or maybe Im trying to make something out of nothing. But there was a time when reality wasnt so subjective and things made sense as they were. Everything didnt need a back story to make it comprehensible.
I always thought with age came wisdom, but now Im not so sure.
Dont get me wrong- Im not complaining at all- I love my life and Im so grateful for everyone and everything in it. Im happy most of the time- but to have to have gone through such dark times to get to where I am- I wonder what my younger self would think. I know a lot happens between childhood and adulthood- we all go through things our own difficulties, struggles and losses. We have to learn the hard way, by experience, death, loss and failure- and maybe thats where this comes from. The loss of that incredibley balanced perspective that seems to be innate. And eventually, slowly we seem to gain some back, bit by bit.
Note: This was actually a half baked idea and I hadnt planned on posting just yet- but my laptop apparantly ahd other ideas- so up it stays:)
