I have been debating with myself about writing this blog a l o t. I have been thinking about how
my sense of my own body image came about. It started when I was about 5 years old.
I didn’t play outside, I played in the kitchen with my grandmother. I was her taste tester
for vetkoek, new cooking ideas, pumpkin fritters. If she created something new, I was
sitting right at the kitchen table to test it, taste it. I was allowed to do the dishes
which there were mountains of, but I enjoyed the experience of being with her
and experiencing every taste possible.
So I grew to be a little telly tubby. I was short with green eyes and curly unruly hair and a tongue that
cut through all the
bullshit. You can see, I was the ugly duckling.
My mother did battle with my hair everyday, she wanted it flat and well
curls just don’t want to be tamed.
She dressed my sister and I in the same outfit, my sister looked thin.
I naturally looked plump.
People easily judged me because I was plump, fat, obese, out of shape and the list goes on.
So, I adapted to people judging me on the scene! guess what?
They still do.
I don’t mind anymore because I LOVE ME!
I wake up every morning to do yoga, pray, meditate and go walking.
I feel strong. I feel I can do anything I choose to do.
I feel that my tummy isn’t just the ONE part of me.
I am who I am. I am happy.
The people who instantly judge, don’t matter.
SO, I keep listening to my Inner Voice and I keep loving me.
All my love.