Self-love is the Key to Happiness
As women, our bodies go through various different stages. And throughout those stages, we tend to be extremely hard on our bodies not knowing how to love it properly. We fight with ourselves thinking we have to be a certain model size or follow European guidelines of beauty. As a result, we end up neglecting our bodies for other things like food.
It takes courage to realize self-worth and that no ones opinion about your body should matter. With that said, I wanted to share with you one woman’s story that might change your perspective on every aspect of your body.
The key is to never give up and learn to embrace every flaw on your body that you discover.
Story by: Latoya Shauntay Snell
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All of these pictures are taken at different points of my life and the only thing that they have in common is that I was always a negative and positive descriptor to someone. At age 21, I was too fat to someone and unknowingly successfully pregnant with my son — after having two miscarriages. In 2014, I was told that I was too skinny but I was 185 lbs, 5'3 and considered "obese"– must be drugs and she's trying to be a "skinny bitch" they said. When I gained some of weight back and took on pole dancing, I was suggested by family friends that I looked a bit "whorish" and need to consider the way that it would impact my child… despite my child sitting in on my pole sport sessions while I was learning how to move my two left feet on an apparatus. How dare I be proficient at a sport and even if I wanted to dance in heels, it's evident that my child was produced from immaculate conception. Lest not forget running. Oh my poor knees and the endless statistics on how it's unhealthy for my fat ass to run on the pavement. As many of you know, I love cross training at the gym. The same day that I took the last image, I was "complimented" by a woman outside of the gym for being brave enough to wear a sports bra at my size — because naturally her insecurities were supposed to be mine, right? A month later, I'd realize why I was physically sick that day because I was pregnant with twins that my body couldn't bare thanks to endometriosis. But you know what, I was and am beautiful to me at every single picture. Nobody can convince me that I'm not the shit. Leave it to the internet, posting an image of yourself means you're asking for a doctor, therapist, nutritionist, consultant and trying to be a goddamn advocate. It cannot be because you feel beautiful today, right? You must be fishing for compliments, thirst trapping or seeking validation in the form of emojis. XOXO this — there's no more powerful message than the one that I tell myself these days. I elect to be my biggest cheerleader and when I'm low, I refuse to be my worst antagonist anymore. I don't need a movement or social media to define my worth but bitch, don't I look good– I know I do.
People are always going to have something to say about your body, whether they feel you’re too big or too small for them. The truth is – as long as you’re happy with you’re body and you love it the way it is, that’s the only opinion you should care about.
Love your body at every stage, but love it enough to change it – if that’s the path you choose to take.