I’m not here to tell you how you should live your life or how you live your experiences. I’m simply here to relay my experiences to you and I hope that you’re able to relate and maybe even learn something. A fable is defined as a short story conveying a moral; I learned about them from my 4th grade teacher when he would read us selections from Aesop’s Fables. I can promise you there are no talking animals here, but hopefully my fable will result in a moral or something of that nature.
As someone who has, since kindergarten, felt insecure about her body, I’ve almost always resorted to covering up. Up until the past few years, a cardigan was my best friend and not necessarily for style purposes. Yes, like most fat people, I have certain body parts that I disliked and wished that I could change daily because I was socialized to dislike the bigger parts of myself. My arms were one of my biggest insecurities. I still struggle to show them and truly feel comfortable with them being exposed; it’s a daily battle for me. They’re much bigger than most and beyond that, if I’m the least bit warm, my arms turn red and then everyone asks if I’m sunburnt. I suppose it wouldn’t be shocking if I were sunburned, but that’s just how my skin works.
Instead of hating my arms, I think of all the things they do for me. They propel me in water, they embrace loved ones, they’re helping me type this right now. My jiggly arms don’t define me and if anything they help express what I’m feeling. Instead of internalizing hatred for my body, I’m sharing with you my insecurities in hopes of shedding light that I am human– I have flaws and I’m vulnerable. But I am not weak. And you aren’t either.
So raise your arms proudly. Embrace the jiggle when you move and dance. Hug your loved ones extra tight with your arms. They’re nothing to be ashamed of. Make peace with your insecurities; it has helped me tremendously. I know it’s not an overnight process, but ditch the cardigan for a night and see where that takes you. XO