It’s hard letting go of the idea that my body should look a certain way.
That my stomach is too lumpy or my belly button is too deep.
That weight gain should be avoided by restricting what I eat.
When I examine my body in the mirror and notice that it looks a little different that day, my brain begins to calculate 1.) what could have caused this change and 2.) how I can reverse it. When I pinch the skin underneath my belly button, I start to worry that I am undoing all the progress (read: dieting) I’ve made over the years.
When I have these thoughts, I immediately have to remind myself that I am not undoing progress or changing because of something I’ve done or not done.
I remind myself that I am making a different kind of progress. My progress looks like loving and accepting my body no matter what it looks like. And thats a good kind of progress.
It takes work to break the ideals that have been cemented in my brain, but its work that I am 100% willing to put my energy into because its already worth it.