Here’s some truth for you: I am not comfortable in my current body.
Does that mean I hate it? That I stare in the mirror and say shitty things it?
Does that mean I feel compelled to start dieting right this very second and exercise myself into oblivion?
Does that mean that I say fuck it and stop training and eat things that make my body feel not great?
No. Although, I definitely do get down with some “fun” foods occasionally, because #fuckafaddiet.
Don’t get me wrong, I certainly have days or weeks where I’m pretty unkind to myself, because I’m a human. But more often than not, I don’t really spend much time thinking about the physical appearance of my body.
This is not because I don’t care about my body or my appearance (I do), but because my body is the vehicle that I live in. It is not a source of worth, the most interesting thing about me, or the sole focus of my attention. I do not force myself to be inauthentically “in love” with my body or spend energy shaming and speaking negatively about.
It is neutral territory.
It just IS.
It is ever changing.
It allows me to thrive.
It allows me to do things I enjoy.
I’m not interested in dogmatic approaches that tell me how feel about my body. I’m not interested in approaches that take away my autonomy to feel and conceptualize by body the way that works best for me. There is not a one size fits all answer to issues of self-concept, self-image, and body image. Do what makes YOU feel best, on your own terms.