For a long time, I have battled with my appearance, particularly my weight. I have always been deemed "slim" but in honesty, I do not see myself as slim. For many years, I thought that my weight had a direct affect on my happiness - I believed that if I lost weight, I'd be happy and in turn, if I maintained/gained weight then I'd be sad.
What started off as a harmless summer diet ended in my eating habits spiralling out of control. I became distanced from my friends and was so focussed on my weight that nothing else mattered, I would set myself goal weights and then when I met that weight, I was not satisfied, it was a vicious circle. Now, my eating disorder is a different blog post all together but I felt that I needed to address the fact that there is NO correlation between my weight and my happiness. In fact, roughly 6 years after my eating issues began, I am actually at one of my happiest when I'm cooking or out eating with my friends. It has taken me a very long time to become comfortable with how I look, I have finally accepted that I have a tiny waist, bigger hips, a booty to rival Beyonce's and long legs, that's just the way I am.
It's been a struggle, but I'm finally realising that there's more to my happiness than my weight.
