I’m apparently “Fat – Over-Weight – Obese”
Why are people so uneducated and cruel?
I’m a curvy, full figured woman. I know this. Just because my thighs are thicker, my stomach is wider, and my face is fuller, does not mean I’m “fat”
We live in a culture that teaches young women that “skinny” is beautiful. No.
It’s all about being HEALTHY.
And before any “skinny” woman comes across this blog and thinks I’m attacking her, that’s NOT what I’m saying. I’m not using the term healthy to refer to curvy women. I’m talking about actual physical heath.
“Let’s face facts. We’ve lost the war on obesity. Fighting fat hasn’t made the fat go away. And being thinner, even if we knew how to successfully accomplish it, will not necessarily make us healthier or happier. The war on obesity has taken its toll. Extensive “collateral damage” has resulted: Food and body preoccupation, self-hatred, eating disorders, discrimination, poor health… Few of us are at peace with our bodies, whether because we’re fat or because we fear becoming fat.”
The above quote is from the book, Health at Every Size: The Surprising Truth About Your Weight, by Glenn A. Gaesser, PhD.
Self hatred, eating disorders, discrimination, and poor health… All because American culture tells us we need to be “skinny” to be beautiful and accepted. That’s a lie.
The truth. We are told if we lose weight we will live longer. Guess what… There is no scientific evidence of that.
In all honesty, it would be next to impossible to prove with the amount of cancers and diseases in our world. No-one knows how long they will live, saying you will live 5 years longer if you drop a few pounds is preposterous. I could die tomorrow, next week, next month, next year… No-one knows.
News flash, more than 65% of America is considered overweight, but out of that 65% of Americans, not all of them a actually unhealthy.
Why have people been brainwashed into thinking physical weight corresponds with your health?
I’m not perfect. I have to remind myself EVERYDAY that my weight isn’t the problem.
I’m 5’7″, I weigh 195 lbs.Yes, I am admitting my weight to the world.
According to the National Heart Lung & Blood Institute, I’m Obese and my BMI is 30.5. Do you have any idea how devastating seeing something like is to a woman?
According to them, I’d be normal if I weighed somewhere between 118 – 159. I guess I can understand 159, according to them if I weighed 160 then I’d be overweight, but 118? I would look ill. My ribs would be protruding from my body. My body frame and shape is NOT built to weigh 118 lbs.
I have to remind myself that this measurement is so outdated and inaccurate. All it cares about is how much you weight compared to how tall you are. It in no way takes into account your actual health!
This is me at 167 Lbs Remember, accord to NHL&B Institute I’m overweight in this photo.
Apparently that’s what overweight looks like to America. That really hurts.
And this is me now, at a whopping 195… IN A SWIMSUIT so you can see all my flaws!
Did I mention we have a one year old daughter? What do you expect to happen after having a baby?!
Yes, my thighs are thicker. Yes, my stomach is wider. Yes, my face is fuller… But am I REALLY going to be classified as obese?
Should I loose some weight? Yeah, probably. I’m not going to lie and say I’m not trying… Because I am… 8 months ago, I was 230lbs. I’ve lost 35 pounds. Something I’m VERY proud of… Yet, I’m still classified as being obese. Thanks for the bullet to my self-esteem!
This is me at 230
Should I really HATE my body because America has classified this as obese? No. Because hating my body leads to unhealthy decisions.
I can honestly say I’m healthier at 195 than I was when I was 167… You know why? Because I practically had to starve my body to be that “skinny”
I’ve been on the journey of self acceptance. Loving my body the way it is. Eating healthy not because I need to loose weight, but because I want to be healthy… Not only for myself, but for my family.
Yes. I still break down and cry when I look in a mirror. I can’t be strong all the time. But thankfully I have an amazing man in my life who reminds me I’m beautiful EVERY morning and EVERY night… Sometimes even sends me an “I love you beautiful” text randomly during the day.
He loved me at 167. He loved me at 230. And he loves me now at 195. He accepts me for how I am. So from now on, I’m determined to do the same.