I'm not a fan of my body. I know I don't "fit in" with how society thinks I should look. I did... until I was about 9 years old. Then puberty hit. It hit me hard. And I've been hard on myself ever since.
I know I should just accept my body as it is and move on, but I can't. I'm sure there are millions of people that deal with what I deal with, and I truly don't know how they do it. I just know that I don't do it well. At all.
I'm rather tired of living in this body. I know I shouldn't be. Instead, I should be grateful that I have a body that works, despite a few hiccups. I have legs and feet that will carry me wherever I want. I have clear vision (as long as my glasses are on) and good hearing and I can smell chocolate chip cookies baking a block away. I can talk. I can read. I can draw. I can type. I can think. I can breathe. I can teach. I can make people smile. I can make people laugh. I can be a good listener. I can make magic happen on computers... I can do all sorts of things, actually.
Why can't I be grateful for that? I mean, I have sooooo many good things going for me... Why do I let this "image" issue create such chaos for me? It makes everything hard. I seem to be the only person that has a problem with the way I look, too. No one ever says anything to me, but.... they don't need to. I say it to myself.
Here's a link to the article... the title itself says a lot: Stop Fighting Against Yourself and Start Fighting for Yourself