Acceptance

It's funny how people change - this afternoon I was picking up my boyfriend's jeans from the tailor, and it got me thinking how I used to be so fixated on my measurements. For instance, I totally remember writing in my diary how upset I was because my waist measured "a disgusting 27 inches". (That's exactly what I wrote).

What the hell was wrong with me that I thought having a 27 inch waist made me fat??? Crazy times.

These days my waist is far from that tiny measurement, and I'm way more focused on embracing my curves and dressing to highlight them. Of course it would be great to have a naturally slim waist like I had in the past...but I probably enjoy my food a lot more nowadays, and so if that means being a bigger size, then so be it.

I'm actually a much happier person being non-model-sized, and I know my boyfriend appreciates my curves too. I'm not saying I don't have my down days or fat days, but it's a lot more relaxing just being who I am, rather than freaking out about gaining an inch around my waist!