It was one of those “off days” again. My weight hadn’t fluctuated much, yet my confidence seemed to have vanished overnight. There I was, standing before the mirror, tugging at a new shirt that suddenly felt unflattering. It didn’t take long for negative thoughts to invade my mind.
Ugh. I feel like a deflated balloon.
I tossed the tunic aside and rummaged through my closet for a cami that might make me feel better. Had this shirt shrunk? It was perfect when I bought it! Long enough to conceal my hips but not so long that it resembled a dress… but now?
I look like the before shot in a weight loss infomercial.
I posed from different angles, desperately searching for a flattering view. Minutes turned into an agonizing self-critique session when my husband called from downstairs.
“Are you almost ready? The doctor’s appointment is in half an hour! You’ll be late!”
I yanked up my pants and caught one last glimpse in the mirror.
Skinny jeans. Ha. They’re hardly “skinny” at size 16.
With a groan, I slammed the closet door and hurried downstairs to grab the baby.
At the doctor’s office, a confident brunette entered the room, and the pediatrician greeted me with a warm smile. Yet, I couldn’t shake the urge to cross my arms over my stomach or the incessant tugging at my clothes. Despite my better judgment, I felt a twinge of envy toward Dr. Perfect.
She attempted small talk about the upcoming warm weather and swimsuit season, but her cheerful demeanor only irritated me. Who actually looks forward to buying a swimsuit? Just give us the shots, Dr. Perfect. I don’t have time for this.
Once I left her office, I dialed my best friend for lunch. She sensed my mood and agreed to meet at our favorite Mexican restaurant. Time to drown my frustrations in a huge bowl of queso.
I was thoroughly enjoying the moment, munching on chips and venting about the pediatrician’s annoying small talk.
“I mean, who discusses swimsuits when your baby is getting shots? She was awful! I definitely need to find a new doctor. So irritating.”
My best friend set down her fork. “Sweetie, can I be real with you for a moment? Are you ready for this?”
Her serious expression told me I wasn’t going to like what was coming next.
“Sure, what’s up?”
“Okay. You’ve been complaining about your weight a lot lately. I understand. Having a baby changes everything. You are beautiful, but that’s not the main issue. Your weight isn’t the problem. You’ve become a little… well, petty. You’ve been unkind.”
Suddenly, I lost my appetite for chips. I wanted stretchy pants and solitude.
If my best friend doesn’t love me, then Netflix will be my comfort. Forget this, I’m going to be a reclusive, happy hermit.
“Like that pediatrician,” she continued. “You ranted about her for ages. It seems your only issue is that she’s cute or thin? This isn’t like you. What’s really going on?”
She sat there, eyebrow raised, waiting for me to respond.
“I just,” I stammered. “I just feel so… unattractive.”
There it was.
Her expression softened, but she wasn’t letting me off easily. “Okay. I love you, but here it is: Your weight gain isn’t making you unattractive. It’s your attitude.”
I paid the bill, hugged her, and left the restaurant in tears. What could I even say?
It takes a true friend to drop such a truth bomb.
Deep down, I knew she was right. The negative voice in my head had taken over my life. The reality was that the “real me” didn’t despise beautiful doctors or dread swimsuit season. The “real me” loved the sunshine — after all, that’s why we moved to Florida!
So my actual issue wasn’t an unhealthy body; it was a troubled heart.
How do I even begin to mend that?
Once home, I laid the baby down for a nap and found myself back in front of the mirror. I stripped off my clothes and stood there, taking a hard look at my body — the body I had been criticizing and loathing for too long.
I locked eyes with myself, and the floodgates opened. Why am I so harsh with myself?
For far too long, I had equated my worth with my appearance. As if beauty alone made me lovable, or that a slimmer figure would elevate my value as a person. My mind knew otherwise, but my heart had fallen for so many lies.
You’re undesirable. Everyone is judging you. Everyone is disgusted by you.
As my figure expanded, my self-esteem dwindled. I stood there, 40 pounds heavier, feeling like a shell of my former self. Losing weight wouldn’t erase the self-hate; it was time to stop this cycle of negativity.
More than that, it was time to start loving myself as I was — right then, in that “before picture” phase. No exceptions.
I traced my fingers over the stretch marks lining my belly. Mean Girl whispered something, but I firmly told her to quiet down.
I’ve earned these marks, for goodness’ sake. They’re a badge of honor.
Turning around, I ignored the negative voice again and found kind words for my body.
Your skin is radiant. Your body is resilient.
As I considered the shape of my hips, the part I criticized the most, I thought:
You’ve brought two lives into this world. What an incredible miracle you are!
A smile spread across my face, and for the first time, I walked out of that closet with a glimmer of hope in my eyes.
My journey toward self-acceptance began that day, three months ago, when I realized that the ugliness I feared was never external; it was within me. A relentless, judgmental voice. Sure, that negative voice still chimes in occasionally, but it’s weaker now. I confront insecurity as best as I can.
I’ve learned that the kinder I am to myself, the more compassion I extend to others.
I’ve shed a few inches since then, which is great, but the most significant change has been in my heart. I have learned to embrace my “before picture” self unconditionally. By exercising grace toward myself and others, a tremendous weight has gradually lifted from my shoulders.
Ironically, that was the first burden that needed to go.
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