The beautiful Marilyn Monroe
Imagine if there was a magical mirror that could you tell you the precise amount of times you have looked into it and said: ‘I look fat’ or ‘I’m so fat’.
What would the number be? Do you think it would be a hundred times in the last year? Perhaps more? Today, I’m inviting you think about what your internal dialogue does to your brain and the beautiful cells in your body.
Have you ever tried on clothes in a boutique and given yourself permission to self-loathe because the dress doesn’t look good on you? Do you compare yourself to other people and think they’re better than you because they’re thinner?
I’m pretty sure we can blame the media for the way we feel right? Nope. That’s bullshit.
The model pictured below is Lizzie Miller. She was labelled as ‘too fat’ to be a model and this caused a giant crap-storm online from people and their reactions. This picture was printed on page 194 of Glamour magazine and was super-obvious how real women want to see more pictures of real woman.
Lizzie Miller
My advice is that you don’t allow yourself to get sucked into ideals anymore and feel grateful for your body.
You need to create your own ideals that are based on health and happiness. It’s your internal reaction and beliefs about body image that sculpts the way you see the world. You have control and power over your reactions and how to choose to absorb visual information. All magazines use Photoshop to tweak the images - don't be fooled!
Comparing yourself to others can lead to things like Body dysmorphic disorder (BDD). It is a psychological disorder that causes the affected person to become overly concerned about perceived quirks in his/her body image.

When I was 22 I went through a phase of being Bulimic. After the birth of my son I discovered cellulite on my thighs for the first time in my life. I was sitting on the floor with my legs crossed and felt this weird bumpy skin bulging out. I must have really hated myself during this time, but I was blissfully unaware how much I was harming my body. I would binge eat alone and then spew…which is not very pretty.
I would feel this awesome sense of refreshed euphoria after I’d vomit that became really quite addictive. **Please note: I had Post Natal Depression that contributed to all of this self-hatred. By the time I was 23, the pain lifted and left for a while - but that’s a story for another day, or you might have already read this one.
I’ve never really been ‘fat’ and I don’t think 83 kilograms the day I gave birth to my daughter in 2006 really counts. All I know is that I've never felt perfect. Even when I dropped down to 47 kilos I had a little voice in my head telling me I wasn’t good enough. What changed? I started to become grateful. Gratitude has huge transformational powers. We're all going to die one day. I've had at least 4 friends die in the last year. Deathof a loved one is a great method to snap you out of self-indulgent bullshit.
What I know now is that life is too short to not embrace being the healthiest and happiest version of you that you can be. You’ve got to learn how to spend your energy wisely and make empowering choices now and for your future.
No more beating yourself up and being nasty to yourself okay? Stand guard and the doorway of those thoughts and bless them with LOVE when they land in your brain. You have the power to do this.
Love yourself. Today’s the day! Start now.
Love, love, love
Sarah xx