Self-Acceptance

Do you need some self-acceptance talk today? Don't we all? ❤

Like many people, I have gained pandemic padding. I don't know how much because after getting to the other side of an eating disorder sparked by an abusive ex many years ago, I decided there was no need for scales in my life.

Many years ago I relished in the discovery of elastic-waistband jeans, though over the pandemic I haven't even worn those terribly often. I mean, why not just wear sweatpants? 😂 That said, sometimes I want to wear tops (like my sweater blazers!) that really and truly look ridiculous with sweatpants. So back out came the elastic-waistband jeans.

Recently, it has been a LEGIT STRUGGLE to get into those jeans, despite the elastic. And sorry not sorry about the TMI, but once I got into them it wouldn't be long before I found myself with a massive GI gas bubble due to the constriction. And then I'd need to change back into sweats and drink peppermint tea to deal with said painful gas bubble. Life = humbling.

Recently I decided to take the plunge of self-acceptance and go a numerical size up. I wore a 6 for decades and then maybe a couple of years ago I went up to an 8 in pants, and now I ordered size 10. And OMG I AM HERE FOR IT. I have been in these jeans for a few hours and NO GAS BUBBLE.

Our bodies do so much for us; they have carried us through a disastrous almost 14 months + this one has carried two kids, endured a 58-hour labor with one of them, and run a few half marathons among other things. Our bodies deserve to wear clothes that don't create painful gas bubbles.