I discovered body positivity coming off the back of my 1000th strict diet and exercise regime. I reached the dream weight that I always believed would make me happy, and I felt absolutely no different inside.
The momentary buzz of buying smaller sizes was crushed by the overwhelming stress and pressure to workout harder everyday, eat less everyday, stare at and disect my body in the mirror to measure how worthy of self love I was by how much fat I'd lost in the last week.
I had to break free from it.
I had to find a way to feel worthy and beautiful and enough no matter how I looked. I truly believed that the people around me of all shapes and sizes were wonderful, I needed a way to include myself in that. And I found it here.
We all deserve self love no matter our weight, size, race, gender, sexuality or religion. Yesterday my old jeans I'd felt triumph in fitting into those months ago ripped trying to get over my thighs...
I guess I'm just too fabulous for those jeans, and all of those horrible body image demons that used to dictate my life