Welcome back to a feature of this blog I call “Write Your Hips”. It’s dedicated to individuals who read my memoir, Read My Hips, and were inspired to write about their own experiences related to body image.
Today, I’m pleased to introduce you to the writing ofKendra Jory:
Free to be…me?
I am finally free from diet disasters. I am done. I am finished with self-loathing and finished with weight and calorie preoccupation.
I am ashamed when I think about all those lost opportunities, all that time wasted. I could have written several bestsellers, painted many beautiful paintings, and finished a whole Fine Arts degree!! Who knows, I could have solved world hunger.
Instead I was busy reporting points and calculating calories. Too busy trying to figure out how many points I could get away with.
I also spent too much time working out when I could have been spending more time building confidence in my daughter. I could have been walking our neighbourhood and enjoying her company. I wasted a lot of time.
I have not, however, given up on my health. I meditate because I suffer from anxiety, panic and depression. I walk a lot. I do yoga as well. I also have a stationary bicycle and a treadmill and both are not being used as a clothing hanger, I actually use them. I am fit.
My doctor has told me I am very healthy and “must be doing something right”. I have no problems with cholesterol, diabetes or high blood pressure.
I am chubby I guess. Fat? Maybe. What I do know is that I shop at Penningtons (plus sized fashions) and I am so happy when I can walk in and find clothes that fit! I love that feeling. I was there last week. Every time I go there and try on clothes I listen to the other women in the change stalls all exclaiming how happy they are to find clothes that fit! It feels wonderful. It’s like a sisterhood.
So I pledge to spend more time painting, laughing, walking, cross-stitching, crafting, spending time with family and reading instead of: mixing powder shakes, sitting at the computer plugging in points, hiding from mirrors, working out to exhaustion and injury.
I am finally free to be me