I’ve been following this blog for a while and LOVE every post, but I felt I had to reblog this one. Although I always knew it but could never quite get myself to truly believe it, posts like this have made me realise that a person’s size and weight doesn’t define their health and happiness.
As a heavy gal, I’ve finally realised that this is just how I’m supposed to be. Although I’m not tall, I have big bones and a fair amount of muscle, which puts me on the line between normal and overweight if I look at my BMI. I realise that it’s all bullshit now and I haven’t weighed myself since last summer because a number can’t tell me how healthy I am, when the evidence lies in how I feel inside.
I’ve been inspired to write this post by two amazing feminist-forward events in the last seven days – one of them local, and one of them global.
LOCALLY – as in, right here on this blog – the smart and beautiful Sage Krishnamurthy McEneany, who is seven years old and also wise beyond her seven years, wrote a moving post about wanting to be “strong” rather than a pretty princess, because princesses NEVER get the chance to save themselves, and because strong is pretty freaking beautiful in a woman. I cannot tell you how much I loved this post, and how much I admired Sage for writing it. Please check it out if you missed it!
GLOBALLY, the (EXTREMELY STRONG AND THEREFORE VERY BEAUTIFUL) female rowers from Oxford and Cambridge Universities made history last Saturday when they competed in the first ever women’s Boat Race on the Thames Tideway, alongside their male counterparts…
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April 23, 2015 at 14:40
Aw, good for you dearie! You look very healthy and happy. X
April 23, 2015 at 15:14
Couldn’t have said it better myself. I think the same goes for both genders. I am on the opposite side of weight, but all that matters in the end is that I know I am healthy, and who cares what anyone else thinks.
Society can go screw itself with stigma around weight, and its perceptions of people based on their weight.