You Are Marvelous
Someone posted a picture* of me last week. I was in the background, so it wasn't intentional. I was struck by an angle I really never see. My backside. Pictures don't lie. Or do they? I have struggled with body image for years. Never good enough, thin enough, strong enough, healthy enough, capable enough. When I was in high school I wasn't overweight. I thought I was, but I wasn't by any means. I went to the doctor and told him that my back had been hurting and I wasn't sure what to do because my breasts were bigger than average and I kind of self-protected by hunching over a bit. I don't know, maybe I thought he'd send me to a chiropractor or tell me some stretches that I could do. Instead, he grabbed my "back fat" and told me I needed to lose some weight. I was mortified. I stopped eating. I nibbled on crackers and had water or lemon lime soda and that was it, for two weeks. T wo of my close guy friends noticed what I was doing and they called ...