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“A cultural fixation on female thinness is not an obsession about female beauty but an obsession about female obedience.” - Naomi Wolf
I'm pretty thin. I've never made a secret of that. Nor have I made a secret of how I've treated my body over the years. However the quote above, makes a valid point. All across papers, magazines and the TV, there are images of skinny women labelled "ideal body" and curvy, voluptuous women labelled "obese and unhealthy".
At a UK size 6-8, standing at a very respectable 5'8", and weighing in at 8 ish stone (I haven't weighted myself in 6 months), I'm probably the ideal body type. But what has taken me a very long time to learn, not just from personal experience, but thanks to my boyfriend, good friends and a love of food that far outweighs my quest for a Victoria Secret Angel body, is that my weight does not define me.
Nor does your weight define you.
How you treat people, how you conduct yourself, who you are as a human... All of that defines you. That number doesn't. Being "a twiglet" and "in need of a ham sandwich" doesn't define who I am. I'm sure if you ask people in my life who I am, they would tell you I'm a friend, girlfriend, daughter, sister, niece, auntie, cousin, wench, volunteer, zumba-girl and hopefully a good person.
I haven't weighed myself in 6 months and I've never felt happier!
The scales wont tell you who you are, what your wonderful qualities are, the awfully cheesy jokes you tell at dinner and how you like your life organised.
You are beautiful.
You are special.
Throw out that scales.
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