Body image issues anyone??

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Let me start this off saying, this post has only to do with me.

My own body image.

Ive struggled with it for years.

Growing up I was always active.

Highschool, I was Varsity swim.

Those days I lived on cheeseburgers, fries, milk shakes and doughnuts.

I would burn more calories in a day than I would consume.

I was 100lbs, as the saying goes, dripping wet.

I hated it.

I wore big, baggy sweatshirts, jeans that were too big so I could tell people that I was a size 7, not a zero.

I hated seeing my bones jut out from my skin.

No one knew this.

I got told to eat more, this made me eat less.

When stressed or unhappy, I tend to avoid eating.

I got called anorexic. Which in a sense I guess I was...
Ive always been bigger up in the chest area.
36DDD to be exact.
No matter how skinny I was.
The girls stayed the same...
I gained weight over the years and still never felt comfortable in my skin.
My mom encouraged me to diet, to exercise, to eat better.

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It wasn't until I became pregnant with my son over 3 years ago that I started appreciating it.
I cared what I ate and what went into my body.
I was horribly sick the entire pregnancy.
I only gained 17 pounds...
I didn't mind walking around with my belly hanging out.
It was socially acceptable.
I loved my body, just not how sick I was.
My body was growing a baby.

After I had my boy, my distorted body image didn't come back.

I embraced the stretch marks I had.

The belly that hung over my pants, my even bigger boobs!

Slowly it melted away.

I still have a belly, but with a lil spanx, it gets smoothed out.

The girls, well, I think they're here with me for the long haul;)

and I'm okay with that.

I still care about what goes in to my body. Not in an obsessive way.

There is no way I could count calories. Or say I can't eat that, its too fattening!

I know what I should eat. What works with my body

Sure, there are days when I crave a burger and fries, but I don't eat the whole thing.

Im going thru a tough time right now.

Ultimately brought on by myself.

When Im stressed I don't eat.

I know Im losing weight.

Friends have brought it up.

My mom has brought it up.

I told my mom that when I look in the mirror I see a skinnier person and I hate it.

She says when she looks in the mirror she sees a fatter person.

My mom is in no way fat, at.all!

She runs 5 miles a day,

and eats better than anyone I know

Curves are sexy to me.

I come from a mexican family.

Skinny looks good in a bikini, sure.

Do I get jealous when I see skinny girls, yeah!

But, I like how I fill out my clothes.

I like my curves.

I like how when I walk or dance, I can shake what I got.

Could I tone my stomach?

Heck yes!

but, I would want to do that without losing my hips, butt and boobs tho.

I love me...
Again, this is only about me, my body image.

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