My Body Image is a Rollercoaster

There was a day when I enjoyed seeing my reflection in a mirror or in a store window.  I think this goes back to when I was 15 or 16.  I was swimming laps every day after teaching classes at the YMCA pool.  I could eat anything and it never showed up on my hips or anywhere else. I felt great and loved wearing the latest styles.  My friends said I was too skinny but I didn’t care.

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Big Boobs and a Fluffy Tummy

warrior.jpgThere is an old picture of me with a skimpy two-piece bikini walking on a beach somewhere in Door County carrying a big log.  Don’t ask me why I was carrying the log.  I was probably 12. Long legs, barely there cleavage. I was confident and carefree. That was the last time I was that confident and carefree in a bathing suit. Continue reading

Taking Control of Your Body Image

“Come here girls – stand back to back and let’s see who’s butt is bigger?”

“Boy ‘Chelle – you’re built like a brick shit house”

“Your sister sure looks good in that size 4 – too bad you can’t wear something like that”

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