I have had some rough times in my life with self-esteem issues that haunted me since the fragile age of 10. This post is about the positive changes I have made physically, emotionally, and mentally. The purpose of this is to hopefully help someone that went or is going through the same thing I experienced. I have kept my silence long enough. This is another reason why I decided to start a blog, to vent about my past, present and future. My escape from reality and in hopes to help people.
I started noticing at 10 years old how my body was starting to change at a solid 98 pounds of pure muscle from playing sports and constantly being outside on my bike, I still started to hate the sight of my thighs and calves. I cannot remember who it was, but a young boy in my class told me one day that my legs were too fat and I should not being wear shorts. I decided right then and there that I would never wear shorts again. I was scarred until I was almost 17 years old to wear shorts again.
Middle school was even worse when boys started noticing me as an evolving "young woman". Braces and the struggle of figuring out how to apply makeup was brutal enough, but when I started getting noticed for the size of my butt instead of my smile, kind soul, or even just being a good friend, it made me feel very uncomfortable. I developed an eating disorder; anorexia and bulimia. I didn't want that perfect "bubble butt" as it was called by all the guys in my school. I started wearing big sweaters so they would cover my butt, never wanting to wear anything form fitting, and of course everything black because I read it was "slimming". Then the teasing came that I was a Emo/Goth kid, and that brought on a entirely different idea in my head. I was even told by my own father that I was too fat and needed to loose weight, only as I was grabbing cereal for breakfast one morning. That destroyed me inside more than any other opinion in the world. I remember sitting in my 7th grade English class and felt miserably ill. I felt like I was going to pass out and I knew it was from me not eating anymore. I was taken to the office nurse and my mother was called to pick me up. She stopped by Carl's Jr. to get my hamburger, once we were home I ate the burger and I felt disgusting so of course I went straight to the bathroom once my mom left. I threw up and cried hysterically. I could not understand how I got here, how did I allow people's opinions ruin my self image?
My eating disorders continue on and off until high school. I finally decided that I did not want to spend my life like this anymore. I loved food, for heavens sake I wanted to go to culinary school. I got into an abusive relationship at 16 years old were again my self worth was questioned by the opinions of a man. I was told I was too fat, I needed to watch what I ate, I needed to join a gym. I had to change everything about myself. I lost all my friends, no one to talk too, no one to laugh with, no one to make fun high school memories with. I got up the courage to leave this relationship, for awhile. Of course I could not stay away from the toxic "love" that I felt I deserved. Finally our relationship ended our senior year and learned how to be free. But now I was left alone to rebuild my entire life . But because of that relationship I knew exactly the red flag warnings of what abuse is and I promised myself I would never allow it again.
In 2011 I decided to take a risk and kiss my best friend and tell him "I love you." I never thought I would find love again. But this love consumed me, took ahold of me, and held on to me tight. I was completely head over heels in love with my best friend. 10 months into our relationship we were engaged and I could not have been happier. 1 year and 7 months into the relationship my entire reality that I knew was destroyed with the words I read in a single text message..."I think I should move out..." There were many other factors in the relationship ending, but that negativity is not needed here! We went back in forth for a few weeks and me fighting to keep ahold of the little bit of hope I felt we could have. I became utterly depressed, could not stop crying every second of the day, all I wanted to do was sleep, I could not stomach food, I could not take a shower without breaking down, every song reminded me of him, and I almost lost one of my jobs from not being able to physically get out of bed and mentally handle the thought of going on with life without him. Since I could not eat I lost 40 pounds the month after our breakup. None of my clothes fit, I could see my rib cage, and I hated the way my clothes hung off my body. I finally started eating more little by little and a year later I put some weight back on and I could fit into my favorite pair of shorts again! I pulled myself together (a little bit) and tried to figure out how to conquer life being single. I was confused and I had no idea how to function. It took me an entire year before I got the courage to start looking and dating. Yes, I did download Tinder in hopes of getting myself out of my funk. I have met a few good guys from there and started dating. I noticed I was smiling more, I started to get my self confidence back.
I am now almost 3 years being single. I am proud of myself for how far I have come. I have built up my self-confidence, I went to therapy for my depression, suicide issues, and learning how to move on from my past relationships and family issues. I figured out how much stronger I am and everything I have to offer someone. I couldn't be more proud of anyone more than I am of myself! I am still learning how to love the woman I see in the mirror every single day. I will openly admit that I have an intense fear of gaining weight. I do still constantly check my scale to make sure I am not over 120 pounds and if the number goes over I do have a heart sinking feeling and I know I need to just push a little harder with my work outs and keep my goal in mind. It is a fear and it is something I wish to change and I slowly am little by little every day moving on from the number fear. Yes, there are things I still wish to change and improve, but that is where this blog started from.
I started eating healthier and making my own food, thank you Pintrest with my 967 pins for food I need to make! I started doing yoga and a workout series every night in my room. I have tried to have a smoothie every morning, vegies and some form of protein for lunch and dinner. I started drinking Your Tea, which I bought online for $60 for a 28 day supply. I have noticed that I am not as bloated and I don't need coffee in the mornings. On my days off I usually wake up around 6-7am. I make a cup of Your Tea and eat my breakfast. Today I decided to make one of those gorgeous fruit bowls I see all over Instagram. I cut up a nectarine, pineapple, strawberries, blueberries and kiwi with low fat vanilla yogurt and a sprinkle of granola for texture. Absolutely delicious!
I have felt a difference with making my own food and eating healthier, don't get me wrong I have a major sweet tooth and I am a cookie monster. So I decided to not deny myself I love to eat, I eat healthy all week and I will reward myself with a few Oreos or a doughnut (my two guilty pleasures).
I just hope everyone realizes that they are so beautiful inside and out! Don't let anyone dull your shine and tell you that you aren't worth anything. You have a purpose in life and that is to do amazing things and to share your story and love.