My body

I watched a video about China's insane beauty standards and how it's causing an uprise in eating disorders all over the country. It was an amalgamation of different people's experiences. What was great was the video also included one positive experience of a healthy-looking girl who just lost enough weight through diet and exercise that she's happy with her body now. 

I love the middle ground here. Where everything is accepted, and above all, what's accepted is the right to one's own comfort. 

I wouldn't say I've had serious problems on this front, but yes, the shape and size of my body has made me thoroughly uncomfortable on several occasions. Getting called out for it is always very traumatic for me. 

But you know what? That's because I'm not in possession of the body with which I'm comfortable. And the fault lies within me. If I was an even slightly overweight gym instructor or zumba teacher who didn't have any comorbs, I don't think I would even think twice about a self-absorbed uncle that asked me to "Walk. No, run, run a lot". I'd know I'm doing my best and I'm healthy, if not living upto insane beauty standards. 

Luckily I'm not at the impressionable age nor do I care enough that I would develop an eating disorder; but I do eat my feelings. And it's time to stop using "all body types should be accepted" as an excuse to give into my gluttony. 

Fit, healthy, comfortable and happy- that's the goal.