There’s a lot out there these days about size acceptance, which is a concept I wholeheartedly embrace. So why am I seemingly so obsessed with my size lately? I’ve been thinking about this today and I finally came to a conclusion…size acceptance has to begin with myself. And right now, I do not accept my size. Not because I feel this need to be skinny, but because I need to be healthy for my children. To set a good example, to be able to do things with them, and to be here when they’re grown. If I could be healthy at my previous size, I’d be happy to stay there.
But I wasn’t healthy. I won’t go into all of the things that made me realize I was kidding myself about my true health, but let’s just say there were plenty of problems I was ignoring. Some of them are improved now. Some aren’t. But overall my health has improved.
And yes, I’m down three (3!!!) sizes. And that’s awesome. To walk into a “normal” store and know I can buy clothes there. But it’s just as fine to be the size I was before, as long as I am happy with that. That is truly where size acceptance begins.
