Love Your Body, Love Yourself

Love Your Body, Love Yourself

Don't aim to meet anyone's expectations and most importantly: learn to love yourself.

Growing up as a young girl in America means growing up wanting to look like the girls seen on our favorite TV Shows, magazines and in movies. So, basically, we all want to be skinny and perfect. Unfortunately for me, this was not the case. It's taken a long time, but I am comfortable in my own skin and I love myself the way God made me, curves and all. My journey to this place has taken many twists and unfortunate turns, but I wouldn't change my experiences for the world.

It all started this one day at soccer practice.

At the age of 5, my parents signed me up for soccer. I was already doing ballet classes and was having a fun time at dance class, making friends and learning new things every week. However, I wanted to play soccer too, just like a girl that I read about in a book. I got out of the car at my local YMCA, and I was really excited to start. About three practices in, I got a spot at the end of the line ready for a drill that we were doing. After I completed the drill, a small blond kid looked at me and called me a fat slowpoke. I didn't even know what to think. No one had ever said anything like that to me before. At five years old, this had an absolutely terrible effect on my self esteem. I went to school the next day (kindergarten, for crying out loud) and started looking at all of my other female classmates and comparing myself to them. I didn't really see much difference, but I was a little taller and my calves were bigger. Yes, I started caring about the circumference of my calves at the age of five.

Then, my parents got divorced.

One of the most traumatic things that can happen to a child is a divorce. Mom and dad are supposed to be showing you what a healthy relationship looks like. Unfortunately for me, I didn't get that lucky until my mom married my stepdad many years after the divorce. My mom had to return to work full time, and I got sad. I'm not going to call it depression, because it really wasn't. But, I was sad. I don't remember eating more than normal, but I did start gaining weight. By second grade, I was ashamed of my body and I was ashamed that I wasn't as skinny as other girls I went to school with.

Puberty was soon to follow.

By fifth grade, I was "big". I didn't understand why some girls could wear kids clothes and I was already moving on to the junior's and women's sections. As my body started changing, the weight gain got worse. Kids at lunch used to always talk about how much they weighed, and I was too ashamed to even participate in the conversations. Bless the one kid who always stood up for me when the other kids made me spit out a number by saying "It's okay, you're tall!" I looked in the mirror one day and noticed ugly red marks all over my hips. I was disgusted. At eleven years old, I was using stretch mark cream religiously because I was insecure about people seeing them and what they would think. I also stopped enjoying going to the pool in the summer time because of the way I looked in a bathing suit.

Next, middle school.

Middle school was probably the hardest bump in my journey of loving myself. I was in sixth grade when two kids started bullying me on the bus. Calls to the school board were made, but they weren't removed from the bus or even written up until nearly summer. I cried myself to sleep almost every night. I just wanted to fit in and be skinny like everyone else. I didn't understand why I was bigger than other girls. Nothing beats the first day of seventh grade, when a random stranger came up to me in the bus loop and called me a cow. A cow? Really? Just a few months later, I went through the process of being confirmed as a member of the Methodist church, and my relationship with God grew very strong. I understood that he had a plan and that he made me special for a reason. Nightly prayer and trust in God made me believe that one day, everything would be okay. By eighth grade, I was feeling a little bit better about myself and was ready to start over in high school with all new people who wouldn't remember sixth grade me.

Freshman year was hard...

My freshman year of high school, something changed inside of me. I told myself that the only way I could be confident was if I lost some weight. This weight loss experience went very bad, very quickly. I was eating about a handful of baby carrots and a slice of bread every day. I made myself throw up once or twice a week. The weight was falling off of me, though, and I was getting great compliments from a ton of people. "You look SO skinny!" "Keep up the great work!" "You look so healthy!" Haha, yeah, healthy. Funny thing is, I was the farthest from healthy that I had ever been. Summer rolled around, and I wore a bikini to the pool. One of my younger sister's friends came up to me and said "Wow! Who knew you could get so skinny!" Thanks, kid. Glad to know you approve of me starving myself. I know she didn't mean any harm, she meant to compliment me, but it just didn't feel like it. It was almost like approval of my unhealthy habits, but she didn't even know what I was doing to lose the weight.

But things got better.

I don't really know what changed inside, but something did. I told myself that what I was doing wasn't healthy, and amazingly, I turned things around all by myself. Now, of course, this meant I gained back some (most, actually) of the weight that I lost. I may have been acting healthier, but this didn't mean that I was confident. The weight gain made me very far from it and I often wondered "Will I ever just have peace with the way that I look?" I ended up trying out for and making the cheerleading team in high school, and I made some new friends and started to socialize more. This made me happier, and it gave me less time to spend sitting in front of the mirror thinking about all of the many things I would change about myself. My weight fluctuated but I was overall okay with the way that I looked. Old habits snuck around every once in a while, but they didn't stay around for long.

And now, I can say that I won.

I still take comments and I still have days when I feel fat. High school ended and I'm now a freshman in college, working hard to double major in journalism and political science with hopes of being a Fox News anchor or reporter. I grew to realize that God made me with curves because he creates all of his children in a special way. As I look around, I see that every other girl really isn't skinny, and that we all have our flaws. It's the way that we highlight our strengths that makes us beautiful. I eat healthy, I get exercise, I am beautiful and I am not fat, no matter who tells me otherwise. Do I still get body shamed? Absolutely. It may not be intentional, but it happens. I've gone through a lot while growing to love myself, which has given me super thick skin. I may not be a size zero, but I'm proud to be me.

See, body shaming is too common these days on all sides of the thin-to-plump spectrum, and let's be real: it really, really sucks. Something that people everywhere need to start getting through their heads is that no one can change the way that they were created. Sure, you can adjust your weight with the amount of calories you eat or daily workouts, but at the end of the day, your body is your body. It's absolutely infuriating that people can actually be so ashamed of their own body that they don't even want to leave their house. The worst part about all of this is that you can actually shame someone's body and not even realize that you're doing it. Making mean comparisons and being judgmental in general is a subconscious thing that we all do without realizing it. Calling someone fat doesn't make you any thinner, and vice versa. Even small comments can turn someone's world upside down and make them want to either starve themselves or eat until they're sick, and this is just so unfair.

So, to readers: love yourself. Don't let anyone tell you how you need to look or act. Be the best version of yourself. At the end of the day, the only person who has to live in your skin is you. Don't aim to meet anyone's expectations and most importantly: learn to love yourself. This won't happen over night, but it will happen and you will be amazed at how much better you feel. Wear as little or as many clothes as you want and knock the bullies dead. After all, they'll probably end up working for you one day anyway.

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College As Told By Junie B. Jones

A tribute to the beloved author Barbara Parks.

The Junie B. Jones series was a big part of my childhood. They were the first chapter books I ever read. On car trips, my mother would entertain my sister and me by purchasing a new Junie B. Jones book and reading it to us. My favorite part about the books then, and still, are how funny they are. Junie B. takes things very literally, and her (mis)adventures are hilarious. A lot of children's authors tend to write for children and parents in their books to keep the attention of both parties. Barbara Park, the author of the Junie B. Jones series, did just that. This is why many things Junie B. said in Kindergarten could be applied to her experiences in college, as shown here.

When Junie B. introduces herself hundreds of times during orientation week:

“My name is Junie B. Jones. The B stands for Beatrice. Except I don't like Beatrice. I just like B and that's all." (Junie B. Jones and the Stupid Smelly Bus, p. 1)

When she goes to her first college career fair:

"Yeah, only guess what? I never even heard of that dumb word careers before. And so I won't know what the heck we're talking about." (Junie B. Jones and her Big Fat Mouth, p. 2)

When she thinks people in class are gossiping about her:

“They whispered to each other for a real long time. Also, they kept looking at me. And they wouldn't even stop." (Junie B., First Grader Boss of Lunch, p. 66)

When someone asks her about the library:

“It's where the books are. And guess what? Books are my very favorite things in the whole world!" (Junie B. Jones and the Stupid Smelly Bus, p. 27)

When she doesn't know what she's eating at the caf:

“I peeked inside the bread. I stared and stared for a real long time. 'Cause I didn't actually recognize the meat, that's why. Finally, I ate it anyway. It was tasty...whatever it was." (Junie B., First Grader Boss of Lunch, p. 66)

When she gets bored during class:

“I drew a sausage patty on my arm. Only that wasn't even an assignment." (Junie B. Jones Loves Handsome Warren, p. 18)

When she considers dropping out:

“Maybe someday I will just be the Boss of Cookies instead!" (Junie B., First Grader Boss of Lunch, p. 76)

When her friends invite her to the lake for Labor Day:

“GOOD NEWS! I CAN COME TO THE LAKE WITH YOU, I BELIEVE!" (Junie B. Jones Smells Something Fishy, p. 17)

When her professor never enters grades on time:

“I rolled my eyes way up to the sky." (Junie B., First Grader Boss of Lunch, p. 38)

When her friends won't stop poking her on Facebook:

“Do not poke me one more time, and I mean it." (Junie B. Jones Smells Something Fishy, p. 7)

When she finds out she got a bad test grade:

“Then my eyes got a little bit wet. I wasn't crying, though." (Junie B. Jones and the Stupid Smelly Bus, p. 17)

When she isn't allowed to have a pet on campus but really wants one:


When she has to walk across campus in the dark:

“There's no such thing as monsters. There's no such thing as monsters." (Junie B. Jones Has a Monster Under Her Bed, p. 12)

When her boyfriend breaks her heart:

“I am a bachelorette. A bachelorette is when your boyfriend named Ricardo dumps you at recess. Only I wasn't actually expecting that terrible trouble." (Junie B. Jones Is (almost) a Flower Girl, p. 1)

When she paints her first canvas:

"And painting is the funnest thing I love!" (Junie B. Jones and her Big Fat Mouth, p. 61)

When her sorority takes stacked pictures:

“The biggie kids stand in the back. And the shortie kids stand in the front. I am a shortie kid. Only that is nothing to be ashamed of." (Junie B. Jones Has a Monster Under Her Bed, p. 7)

When she's had enough of the caf's food:

“Want to bake a lemon pie? A lemon pie would be fun, don't you think?" (Junie B. Jones Has a Monster Under Her Bed p. 34)

When she forgets about an exam:

“Speechless is when your mouth can't speech." (Junie B. Jones Loves Handsome Warren, p. 54)

When she finds out she has enough credits to graduate:

“A DIPLOMA! A DIPLOMA! I WILL LOVE A DIPLOMA!" (Junie B. Jones is a Graduation Girl p. 6)

When she gets home from college:

"IT'S ME! IT'S JUNIE B. JONES! I'M HOME FROM MY SCHOOL!" (Junie B. Jones and some Sneaky Peaky Spying p. 20)

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Your Health Journey Is A Marathon, Not A Sprint

Perfection takes time.


When you first start to do something, you have all of the motivation in the world to accomplish that goal set out in front of you, especially when it comes to being healthier. The problem is as you continue through this journey and food and laziness kick in, motivation slips. It's human, and it happens to everyone no matter how physically strong they are.

Trying to be healthier doesn't always mean losing weight. It can be so your knees don't ache as much, so you don't feel as out of breath climbing stairs, or any goal you have set for yourself. Being healthier is personal and different from person to person.

I will be the first to admit that there are plenty of changes I would love to make about myself. From my weight to my body type and many other things about myself inside and out. I am by no means the most confident person about how I look, but I have worked hard for the past year to be an overall healthier person.

Becoming healthier isn't about looking thinner or fitting into a specific size of clothes. It is about taking care of yourself from eating better to working out more. There comes a feeling of confidence in what your body can do if you put a little love in it.

Perfection takes time, and I know firsthand how frustrating trying to be healthier can be.

Pizza tastes so much better than salad. It is so easy to fall into a rhythm of something that seems never to change whether that is your weight or your mile time. Sadly, you can't build a city, or become healthier overnight.

We see people who are thinner, curvier, smarter, faster, and so much more than us. We all waste time comparing ourselves to people around us and on our timelines, but some of our biggest strengths are our individuality and the gift of getting back up after falling down.

All I can say is, please don't give up on your goal of being healthier because this is solely for you. We can have a great support system in the world and have everyone in our corner, but that isn't enough.

You need yourself. You need to know that if you don't entirely put yourself in this journey, then you won't fully succeed. Your commitment to bettering yourself can keep you going even if you want to give up.

Your motivation may not be at its peak level right now, and you may have every cell in your body screaming at you to quit. Don't do it. Prove to yourself that you can keep going no matter what. Not giving up will be worth it. The results and taking the hard way will make you a stronger person inside and out.

You can do this. You can do anything you want to accomplish if you just believe in yourself. You need to understand that becoming healthier takes endurance. There will be periods where you slow down and may not be going at your fastest pace. The difference is that you are not giving up and you are still trying and moving.

Don't treat becoming healthier as a sprint: short term and quick. That mentality will only leave you feeling deflated and defeated. It is a life-long marathon of pacing yourself and pushing yourself further than ever before.

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