My Body Image Evolution
For a long time as a child/pre-teen, I hated my nose. I thought it was too large (wide, not prominent in a Roman/Mediterranean way).
As a teenager, I desperately despised my breasts and how small they were. As it turns out, I was a late bloomer and these puppies didn't really get growing until 2nd year university. Even then it was a long, slow, drawn-out process.. I'd say aged 18-21 was about when my body started to "improve" in that regard and all the while my hatred turned to ambivalence and eventually admiration.
For a brief period thereafter, I had ambivalence about my size. I vacillated between feeling too small (eek, look at me, that's so scary!) and too big (yes, that was a thing). Now I feel too big in that this new size takes some getting used to (and goes against much of what I traditionally thought women should be), but I'm at a healthy weight and I wear it well enough so that self-critique is mostly gone.
Oddly enough, now the part of my body that I hate THE MOST is my bicep, specifically how my right one is significantly larger than the left. -_-
I just thought it was funny (and interesting) to point out how much I've changed. I imagine the above might be typical for a lot of women, in some respect or another... some minor personal pet peeve or perhaps self-loathing over something you've been teased about; an obsession about sexuality and/or fitting into the mold of perfect that the media throws at us; and hopefully, finally an acceptance of female strength and the inevitability of the adult body (with perhaps a new-found obsession with reaching your own health and fitness goals).
As a teenager, I desperately despised my breasts and how small they were. As it turns out, I was a late bloomer and these puppies didn't really get growing until 2nd year university. Even then it was a long, slow, drawn-out process.. I'd say aged 18-21 was about when my body started to "improve" in that regard and all the while my hatred turned to ambivalence and eventually admiration.
For a brief period thereafter, I had ambivalence about my size. I vacillated between feeling too small (eek, look at me, that's so scary!) and too big (yes, that was a thing). Now I feel too big in that this new size takes some getting used to (and goes against much of what I traditionally thought women should be), but I'm at a healthy weight and I wear it well enough so that self-critique is mostly gone.
Oddly enough, now the part of my body that I hate THE MOST is my bicep, specifically how my right one is significantly larger than the left. -_-
I just thought it was funny (and interesting) to point out how much I've changed. I imagine the above might be typical for a lot of women, in some respect or another... some minor personal pet peeve or perhaps self-loathing over something you've been teased about; an obsession about sexuality and/or fitting into the mold of perfect that the media throws at us; and hopefully, finally an acceptance of female strength and the inevitability of the adult body (with perhaps a new-found obsession with reaching your own health and fitness goals).