In college, I was thin, often referred to as a “stick.” Fast forward a few years, marriage and motherhood later, I find myself on the other end of the weight spectrum. I’ve gained weight and am now what some might call chubby.
I’ve always dreamt of being an active parent—running around in the park, dancing to silly tunes, and just letting loose with my little one. But the reality is different. I feel shy and even embarrassed to engage in those simple joys of parenthood. When I want to run with my daughter, I hold back, conscious of my appearance and my reduced stamina.
Shopping has become a difficult task. I have to think a hundred times before buying a dress, as insecurity and self-consciousness have become my constant companions. What once was a simple, joyful task now feels like a battle.
At the end of the day, it’s crucial to remember that we shouldn’t take people too seriously. It’s my body, my choices, and my life. If I’m comfortable in my skin, why should anyone else’s opinion dictate how I feel about myself? Who are they to criticize me?
The most important conversation about my body is the one I have with myself. And that’s a conversation I’m willing to invest in for the sake of my own happiness.
