fixing my body was easy, my brain, not so much
If only I could sweat the crazy self-image issues out of my brain the way I sweat the fat off my body.
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be yourself, be beautiful… be a rebel (like my friend Beth)
Author and blogger, Beth Teliho, on coming through the other end of body image issues and learning to love and accept herself.
finding your beautiful
It seems everywhere I turn these days I’m finding beautiful stories, pictures and videos celebrating beauty outside of the tight parameters of “the beauty standard”. Three specific sources were so impactful that I wanted to dedicate a blog post to sharing their uplifting messages with all of you. Let’s start with Taryn Brumfitt. She posted this photo…
let the term crash diet be forever stricken from our vocabulary
Originally posted March 5, 2013 – edited I’m feeling all kinds of feisty today, so please indulge me. It’s day 64 in My Year of Sweat journey, and my body is changing in amazing and beautiful ways. I’ve lost fat, added muscle and feel so much …happier. Not because I look better, but because I feel better.…
when is enough enough?
In my second nod to Throwback Thursday [#TBT] I bring you a post I originally published a year ago exploring why I, along with other women, struggle with never feeling good (thin, pretty..) enough. I’m pleased to say that a year later, I do feel I’ve made some good progress and have a healthier mindset. Onward and upward… [And since you could…
i can see you…why can’t i see myself?
I’ve decided to pay homage to the Throwback Thursday phenomenon (#TBT) by sharing a post I originally published six months into my 365 day challenge, on June 7, 2013. It seemed a fitting one to follow up the last post on Dove’s Beauty Patch. Plus, I had like 12 followers at the time, so very few…
the truth about beauty
Because I am still in denial about being sick, I keep attempting to run. And then, like clockwork, my clearly-still-too-sick-body delivers a perfectly placed bitch-slap square across my face, announcing I’m a dumb-ass. In the days that follow said bitch-slap, I retreat, with my tail between my legs, to lower impact forms of exercise. One resource I’ve been using…
I’ll take that in a large…er medium…um large. Oh, settle down, Sybill!
Shopping is a sport at which I’ve been quite good over the years. Shoe shopping, in particular, is an area I excel at. See, your feet, unlike other body parts, can try on shoes, and even after the most decadent of meals, still look spectacular. Your midsection, in a bikini, after a big lunch…not so…
when is enough enough?
Regular readers of this blog know that I am just slightly obsessed with all things pop culture, and that I get my daily fix of Hollywood smut via Lainey Gossip. Earlier this week, Lainey wrote about Melissa McCarthy weighing in on the issue of weight and perspective in an article with MORE Magazine. Lainey’s post is…
I can see you…why can’t I see myself?
The past several days a recurring thought keeps bubbling up, presumably because my subconscious wants me to dig deeper on this subject. Specifically, I’ve been thinking about body image. Both how we view ourselves and how we view others, and how that compares to how they view us. Last Tuesday at the gym, I decided to…
but how can I be perfect if what’s “perfect” isn’t real?
I have a little confession. I’m a little pop-culture obsessed. I eat up all things Hollywood. I live for Awards Season (it’s like the high holidays for me). Hollywood’s comings and goings: the drama, the gossip, who’s sleeping with who(m?)…ahh…all this stuff makes me very happy. Alarmingly so. My guilty pleasure for the past 8 or 9…
