Learning to love my body

After much internal debate, I recently posted on Instagram about loving your body. I can’t look at the photo for long, or I’ll feel insecure.



This year, one of my goals is to love my body, an issue I’ve struggled with my whole life.

Growing up, I ate a typical Standard American diet. I wasn’t raised in a healthy household – physically, mentally, or emotionally – so, starting young, I used food to mask the pain. I have vivid memories of stealing cake frosting tubs and hiding, eating the entire jar in a sitting. I’d hoard all the Little Debbie snacks and eat every one. I’d eat entire boxes of Cinnamon Toast Crunch.

All the other kids who’d play and get so involved they’d forget about eating? Not me. Sometimes I wished I were them, but food consumed me. Instead of crying or showing any emotion, I’d eat. Food was always comforting.

A child is not emotionally equipped to deal with adult situations, so they revert back to basic human needs. Eating felt good, and I did anything to make myself feel good while dealing with things no child should.

Emotional eating has stayed with me ever since. The switch flipped when I was a high school senior. I lost my beloved grandfather to cancer, and it was devastating. He was one of the only family members I had a loving connection with, and when he died, a piece of me went with him.

Instead of eating my feelings, I restricted. Having control over food was satisfying when my world was crumbling. Inevitably, I shed a few pounds, which had an addictive feeling.

This only added more trouble to an already-long journey of disordered eating.


Astonishingly, my weight has remained relatively consistent throughout the years, but the eating battle has been consuming. I’ve overeaten, binged, restricted, purged, and any combination in between.

One important reason I love to run is because it’s the only time I feel completely comfortable in my body. How can you not feel strong after conquering a new distance or pace?

After each and every run, I feel accomplished and learn to love my body, even if only a bit more. These legs, this torso, my arms, they all helped me hammer out a nice 10-miler. How can I not feel at least a tinge of respect for them?

Unfortunately, an eating disorder isn’t like a cold – you don’t catch it once, then get over it. Some of the unhealthy habits and compulsions will be with me forever, but running allows me to temper them. I’m reminded I am powerful, and that power doesn’t stem from physical appearances.

My self-love journey is far from over, but I’m happy to say I’m at a relatively peaceful place with food, and run after run, I’m starting to develop a deep sense of gratitude for my body.


2 thoughts on “Learning to love my body

  1. Thank you so so so much for posting this well written article. I myself an a very emotional eater and it’s something I am constantly struggling with. I feel the same way you used to about having control of my food, when life seems so out of control. I have always used food to make me happy. This past year I had a very devasting break up with a man I though I was going to be with forver. He absolutely broke my heart. But one thing he taught me was about running. Since the break up I have turned into a obsessive binge eater and feel like I have absolutely lost control. I run more so I can eat more but it’s seems like a horrible cycle. I am sorry I am telling you all this, I just wanted you to know that reading this blog post tonight has given me hope that I can learn to overcome this battle with food and not let food control me. Thank you for your wonderful words of wisdow.

    Much Peace and Love,


    1. Valerie, thank you for sharing. There is always hope. I believe a lot of people, women especially, struggle with this issue. If only we knew what others we’re going through, we wouldn’t feel so alone. I still have days where I struggle, but it’s so much better than it’s ever been. I hope you find peace. Don’t be afraid to share this with your friends and family who support you. There is no shame in it. Reach out. Thanks for taking the time to comment and take care of yourself!

      Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s