The Perfect Body

So as I flicked through this weekend's newspaper I realised that body-image is becoming more and more out of hand. First it was girls and their anorexia, bulimia and now it's men with their bigorexia.

Having attended an all girl's school for the past 8 years, the whole idea of the perfect body image is ridiculous. It's imposed at every turn in magazines, other girl's, family. It seems to be endless.

It was only recently that I really started to become comfortable in my own body and eat what I please, when I please. Before I use to skip several meals and count every single calorie I consume and ensure it was no more than 1200.

My better half has really helped me overcome this problem and I'm grateful that she has helped me overcome something that I've struggled with for my whole life. But that's not to say I don't have days where I just simply feel disgusted, like a few nights ago I consumed a whole block of Lindt chocolate and a whole packet of chocolate digestive biscuits. I still binge every now and then, which I should really learn to stop doing.

However, I've always seem to hear all my friends complain about something. My best friend complains about how she's not pretty enough and therefore no boys will ever like her. My better half, as much as I tell her otherwise, still believes she's fat. Both don't see that their not ugly or fat, respectively. I can tell them every day and it wouldn't matter.

Firstly, I think my best friend's got many amazing attributes working for her. Internal and external. Secondly, my better half, she's absolutely beautiful and gorgeous. I tell her this all the time and she seems to ignore me. Hopefully if I keep telling her, one of these days it'll stick. Patience is virtue.

My brother on the opposite hand always feels the need to "buff" up. He works out in our home gym an hour every morning which includes weights and cardio. In the afternoon, after school he will go play tennis with friends and/or do 2hrs worth of tennis training. So all up he does about 3hrs of exercise a day, which is ridiculous considering I do an hour and a half of ballet a week by comparison.

No matter what you think or feel you look like, somebody else out there will be jealous of what you have.

xx