It's kinda weird. All my adult life, when I wasn't really overweight, but thought I was, I thought I was bigger and flabbier than I really was. I wasn't at all. That was the problem. I look at pictures of myself from the 20's and 30's and I think, "What the heck was I thinking???"
Then, something happened when I got heavier. I got like a reverse body image, I thought I looked better than I did! I was pretty astounded when my DH confirmed to me that I was about the same size as his mother, who is quite large. I also saw it in a picture, in bathing suits, standing next to her. It was quite a reality check, and I thought to myself, "What the heck was I thinking???"
Now, that I'm back down to where I thought I was so overweight as a young adult, I think I look "about right" but I'm not as concerned with a "bathing suit body" as I was before. The jiggles and cellulite don't bother me hugely, just a little bit.
I realize that I'm 43, I had 3 kids in 4 years, I didn't do squat for exercise for 5 years (after having been so very active my entire life), and I gained 50 pounds--twice (and not related to pregnancy--just from binge eating). Bound to be some residual effects of all that. I'm not trying to get back to how I looked even 7 years ago, after my first child was born, and I was still fit and in good shape. I also realize that, in comparison, I didn't have as much "damage" from all that (no terribly loose skin, no stretch marks) as I could have and feel OK about the way I look, given what I've been through and done to let myself go.
So hopefully, it's getting better. I've been to both extremes, and I'm happy to be settling out at a good place with my body image.
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