learn to be comfortable in my own "skin"-like me for ME.

Dammit—-dammit-dammit. I am comfortable with who I am knowing I will never be a size 5, but reading about all these girls who want advice on how to starve themselves to make themselves fit into todays “ideal” image is maddening. I have read on 43things advice on how to use laxatives, exercise and what to eat to drop weight quickly. Girls who want to become anorexic. WTF??? Theres no respect for their bodies, themselves. And at the age they are, their bodies need the nutrients to build strong bones. Exercise is great but starving yourself is asking for your body to do the impossible. Is it worth it to give up the chance to ever have children, to throw off your electrolytes and potassium levels to bring on heart problems, and possibly death???
I have watched three people go thru anorexia while I was in school/college. One recovered, one did permanent damage to her heart as well as her teeth and another died. None will ever be capable of having children. And the worst part was losing their friendships because they felt as if I was out to sabotage their diets. I watched them get covered with that soft downy fur called lenugo or when their hair fell out from lack of nutrients.
This is what young starlets make teen age girls think is acceptable. I am ready to be bashed for my beliefs but as a mother I guess I truly am defensive when I see the negative affects of peer pressure and stupid advice from other starving teens with no $#&*^@ medical knowledge. Losing wight wont make anyone like you more—-thats something you need to do for yourself. Learn to love the skin youre in!!!

Was a true test of “being comfortable in my own skin”. Here were fit and fabulous young women who obviously dont bare the stretch marks of pregnancy, the scars of c-sections, accidents, surgeries, the extra pounds from being nearly 40 or less than perky breasts from years of breastfeeding.
It was hard using the communal sauna---I need to lessen my worries. We’re all built the same….........right?
sigh

They’re an inch and a half shorter then my body. They’re the reason I could never pull off wearing a one peice bathing suit.
Then one day, while I was in my 30’s, I was resting after a hard day’s work and I had my legs kicked up on a stool. As I gazed at them it hit me: they had got me everywhere I’d been and back again. My whole world changed from that moment on. I realized that I’d been given exactly what I needed to be me; and me was a wonderful thing to be. After all, no-one else could pull it off eh?

But thats no reason to give up on being healthy. So, even if I ma asize 12 or a 14 that shouldnt mean that I am not worthy of loving who I am. What am I teaching my daughters if I am not happy within my own skin. Belittling myself when I can’t find a pair of jeans that fit “right”. There was a time in history when women were revered for being voluptuous and full figured—now we are fat because we don’t look like a Lindsey Lohan or a Nicole Ritchie…like me for me.