My struggle with body acceptance began as early as elementary school. My family shamed me and gave me nicknames like thunder thighs or squatty body. I was always the biggest one on the cheer squad or ballet or gymnastics.
Don’t you envy people who lived in the distant past, who ate whatever was available without thinking too much about it?
What’s wrong with me? Do I really look like this? Is my stomach really that big? Why are pants so tight. Uuggghhhh, I need to lose weight. I’m sure we’ve all said these things out of our mouths.
I am 42 and I had a heart attack. But the worst part (yes, worse than suffering a heart attack!) was repeatedly explaining that my weight had nothing to do with it.
If you’re a plus-size gal, you may have Thanksgiving misgivings.