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.