I’m a 28-year-old African-American female and I’ve only recently become totally comfortable with my body image as a whole, loving and embracing my perfect imperfections! Being African-American and raised in Atlanta, the “norm” is the bigger the butt, thighs and hips, the better. Well it didn’t quite work that way for me. I’m considered a runt at 5’5” and 120 pounds. Now I do have SOME curves, just not very many. My extremely high metabolism didn’t help the cause much either.
I’m a foodie at heart and always have been. As a kid I would stuff myself with food. My cousins and I would have eating contests and I, being the only female cousin at the time, would be determined to win. You know how people eat to live? I would live to eat. Pastas, pizza, cakes, cookies, ANYTHING chocolate, roast and potatoes and any all-you-can-eat buffet were heaven to me. Even with all of this, I didn’t gain a single pound! Most would consider me to be lucky that I didn’t gain the weight but I didn’t feel that way. Even tried protein shakes. Nothing! My mom would tell me, “Oh don’t worry, when you start to have children all the weight will stick to you. That’s what happened to me.” Well mom was wrong. Two kids later and I’m still 120 pounds. I tried to hold on to the baby weight but that stayed on all of two months. Isn’t this twisted?!
It wasn’t until I turned 25 that I started to accept ME. Fearlessly made me—all of me. I started one of my businesses and threw caution to the wind. I accepted that I won’t have my grandmother’s butt or my mother’s hips but I’m fine with it. I still have quite the appetite but I try to make healthier choices. I also make sure I instill in my daughters that they are wonderfully made just as they are. I love me. Just as I am.
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