Balance for Better


Today we celebrate the woman in her entirety. How do we do this? by revelling in your true self. The real you. How can we, as women, find ways to juggle work, kids and live if we haven’t found a way to enjoy our own selves.
What do I mean? Loving yourself. If we cannot love the skin we are in, we cannot balance or manage the life we are in. Our reality.
I speak as a woman who battled self-esteem issues. Issues that I have conquered. No more am I a slave to conforming to societal rules and what they consider ‘normal’. In becoming a confident #thick10z I can constructively create a space at work and home that I love. I am no longer fearful of what others may think. What I will be judged by.
Now that I can walk in my truth that I will never have a #thighgap, but I do have #thickthighs, I can embrace what others may seem negative as them reflecting or projecting. We don’t need to always have a cooked meal, or folded laundry. We can be happy with the career we choose even if it may take us away from our children. It all starts by finding out true selves, our own reality and embracing it.
Today let’s love our true selves. I am a Caribbean, Trinbagonian woman. I’ve got #naturalhair and #melinatedskin. I love my #curvybody. I love my #rollsandfolds. I #lovetheskinimin.
This is me. This is #BodyUpTT. Balancing myself, so I can be better for my children and those around me.
Balance starts by truly loving yourself.

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I started speaking about my battle with words and body acceptance late last year. About being bullied to silence myself and show my thickness to the masses. Why? Because ‘You’ do not understand. 

I can apologise for words spoken that was not in alignment, or maybe doing something I should not have, but to apologise for my ‘flat’ tummy (the L is silent), I won’t. I won’t be silent anymore. I shall speak up for those who are a size 10 and over. 

We continue to pressure others into living a truth that isn’t theirs. Your idea of a sexy body isn’t mine. Your toned, defined, ripped abs aren’t what I sport daily. Why impart that reality to my own? Why insist that I should look the same as you or the women in magazines?

I used to live with being subjected to hurtful words for years, being told that the extra fluff is only enough to be bedded. “With that size no man will want you.” I say, “No More! !” Just to clarify, I want ‘myself’, big hips and thunder thighs. 

Keep your biased opinion, your brainwashed thoughts and enjoy it’s comfort. I will sport my flabby, fleshy, fatty tummy-with-no-tuck the way I want.

I am not a size zero, nor a size 5. I’m a woman who loves every extra crease, fold and crumpled up stomach because it’s mine. Mine to love. Mine to admire. Mine to adore. If it’s not your cup of koolaid, then go drink your Coke to the back. I’m enjoying the view from my mirror and it says ‘Fabulous’.

I’m sorry (not sorry) if my #BodyUp seem to be dimming your perception of beauty. I’m here to change those thoughts, because huntay ‘I am beautiful. Period.’
📸 Cred @faculty.films (instagram)