Photo – Alexandra Cameron
Growing up as a teenager in the
My hips got wider as I got older and stopped growing at 5ft 2ins tall. My friends had introduced me to
At 15 I went on the pill and that made changes even more evident, both with my mood and my body. I put weight on, my skin flared up and I became hideously irritable. I feel like this is the point in my life where my body image became something I started to obsess over and I would pick holes at everything I saw looking back at me in the mirror. Magazines covers were plastered with comments on other women’s bodies and the thigh gap was the ‘next big thing.’ My frustration continued to grow as I felt like my body was so far from the ‘ideal body,’ and that meant I was ugly and unattractive.
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The thing is, I wanted to change my body to fit into the constraints of what the media considered as ‘ideal’ and what I saw in magazines and on TV. Society and the opinions of others clouded my self-confidence and self-love.
Fast forward to now, I am 28, and my feelings towards my body have definitely changed. I have gone through food restriction and over-exercising myself into illness, episodes of depression and hating my so-called flaws. I have despised my body and wanted to change every little thing. I have lost weight and put it on. I have compared myself to others and wished I was different. I have listened to the nasty comments from ex-boyfriends and toxic friends which made me hate myself. But you know what…
My body is incredible whatever it looks like. It has kept me alive for 28 years, carried me through the darkest times in my life and achieved amazing things. My body is for me and not for anyone else to decide if it is attractive enough, strong enough or just enough at all. Once you learn to love yourself, you learn that only one person’s opinion matters, and that is yours.