For Ravishly: How Depression Improved My Body Image

September 12, 2016 by

Writing for Ravishly is always a treat- I love waving my feminist flag, reminding myself and others that we have everything we need to be okay. This piece is a bit more confessional than I usually am, but I know there are other women out there who are struggling to feel okay about their weight- particularly in the face of friends and family who seem to have no problem shedding calories. For me, it’s a matter of committing to my mental health, even if it means an extra 20 lbs.

A few years ago, I was one of the skinny girls. Dropping to a weight I hadn’t seen since before my four children were born, people noticed. I received comments and a few sarcastically jealous remarks from my other postpartum friends. And best of all, the boot­ cut jeans from 2006 that have been hanging in my closet unworn, slipped on without producing a muffin top.

My weight was still much higher than the number any of the other women in my family will ever see, but it was a huge accomplishment for me. And it happened fairly easily, all it took was a year-long illness that sent me spiraling into a depression so deep, I wasn’t sure I could be a wife and mother anymore. I wasn’t sure I could be anymore.

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