Yesterday, I did something I usually avoid: I stepped on the scale. I’m not sure what made me trek upstairs to unearth that digital contraption, but I found myself standing there, bare feet on its dusty surface, taking a deep breath.
After glancing down, I was taken aback by the number staring back at me. It was disheartening and discouraging. I felt a wave of sadness wash over me. However, it wasn’t the number itself that troubled me; it was the fact that I was allowing it to define me.
We exist in a numerical society where our worth is often measured in figures. Our beauty is dictated by clothing sizes and weight. Our value is reflected in our salaries, the brands we wear, and the vehicles we drive. And our self-worth is often tied to social media metrics like likes and followers. Years ago, after struggling with an eating disorder and body image issues, I promised myself to break free from this mindset. Yet, there I was, back on the scale, passing judgment on my own body—the same body that healed from spinal surgery 16 years ago, carried my beautiful daughter three years ago, and has taken me across countless finish lines in races of all distances.
Instead of celebrating my body, I was reducing it to a mere number. I was critiquing it instead of appreciating it. I was chasing after unattainable ideals because of a digit on the scale.
You might be thinking, “But you’re beautiful. You look great!” But beauty is subjective. While you may see a slender figure, I see imperfections. I see legs that are too muscular, a flat chest, and skin that doesn’t meet my expectations. I focus on flaws, while society bombards us with images of perfection, encouraging the use of filters and Photoshop, promoting creams and surgeries to achieve an unrealistic standard.
Let’s be real; I know I can’t change the world with a single blog post. However, I hope to impact at least one woman—one girl who feels inadequate because of a number, a clothing tag, or a scale reading. I want to reach out to those avoiding social situations out of fear or shame related to their appearance. I aim to change my own perspective as well.
To the woman who despises her hips, wishes for a different body shape, or yearns for the figure she had before pregnancy, I want you to hear this: You are beautiful. You might not see it or feel it, and you may never truly believe it, but you are. Beauty transcends size, shape, or the clothes we wear. It’s about authenticity, strength, and confidence.
Even on days when you feel less than your best—when you’re covered in baby spit-up, haven’t showered, or are wearing your oldest clothes—you are still incredible. Embrace your journey, your scars, and the challenges you’ve overcome. Wear your imperfections proudly, for they are badges of honor.
Remember, you are amazing. You are beautiful. You are enough.
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Summary:
This article encourages women to recognize their inherent beauty, regardless of societal standards or personal insecurities. It emphasizes the importance of self-acceptance and authenticity, urging readers to appreciate their bodies for what they are and to reject the harmful numerical definitions of worth.