I’ve been conscious about my body since I was a little girl. I can vividly remember comparing my stomach to that of my cousins or looking around for markers of beauty, whether it was the cheerleading captain or the latest cover model. If I didn’t measure up, I immediately felt inadequate.
As a tender teenager, it was impossible to understand that this wasn’t just spontaneous self-consciousness, it’s what society wants from women. After all, women who feel less than buy more. I became a marketer’s dream girl; desperately trying to fill the void with food or fashion.
I spent so much time trying to fit into clothes and life that wasn’t mine…until I had my daughter.
My body image issues wouldn’t disappear when I gave birth, but I was reborn as a new woman. One who suddenly wanted a better outlook for the young girl I was raising than I had …