This week’s Love Your Body post was written by Guadalupe R. and is the last in a series from Inver Hills students. Thanks to everyone who participated! If you are interested in contributing to the Love Your Body feature, please email Julia at email@example.com
I was always told that I come from a family who has always been on the curvy side. As a young teen, I dwelled on my figure and its perceived flaws. In middle school, I would always wear baggy clothes that covered the appearance of my figure. I never cared about whether the clothes I wore looked good or not; as long as they covered me, I felt good. I was afraid to be picked on or to be looked down upon because to me, I had a weird body. Well, so I thought.
As I got older, I entered high school. On the first day, I saw girls wearing new fashion trends and looking good in them, too. At that point, I started to care about how others perceived my appearance. I wanted to be like those girls- showing off the new fashion trends. I was so obsessed with wanting to rock the new trends that I began noticed it affecting me.
One day, in the middle of my first year in high school, I went home and looked in the mirror and just started to cry. I wasn’t happy with who I was nor did I like what I saw in the mirror. I knew that I should love myself, love my body, and love who I was. I knew that I shouldn’t cry, because god made me this way, for a reason. I thought to myself, if I want to feel differently, I have the power to do that. I should be thankful for all that I have, especially for a beautiful life. I knew that if I wanted to change the way I looked at myself, I had to have a positive mindset and give myself a break. I needed to find ways to learn to love myself. As I gave myself one last look in the mirror, I stood up and told myself that things will be different. From that moment on, I told myself that I would leave my negative attitude behind, that I would come up with a new technique. For every negative thought about my appearance or myself, I would come up with a positive thought to replace it.
Time flew by, and I started to realize that my technique was working. I would feel happy when I looked in the mirror. Little by little, I learned different things to love about my body and the way that it allows me to live. I was given my body for a reason; its figure is what makes it unique. Instead of hating myself for what I don’t have. I’ll give myself a break and appreciate all the wonderful things I do have.
Everyone is beautiful in their own way. There is no such thing as perfection. The life we live is a gift. You only live once and with only one body. This world has a lot in store for each and every one of us. So why not give yourself a reason to love what you have and choose to be delighted for your eyes, mouth, hair, arms, hands, stomach, legs, toes, your organs, every part of your body. For every miracle I live, I am thankful, and I thank my body for being there with me through every step. My body allows me to live this life that was given to me and I will make sure to appreciate that.