Being healthy is a sacrifice. I feel it. You feel it. We all feel it.
What’s harder is when the media wants to make you feel like you’re never good enough. That until you reach Barbie-looking stage you’re not okay.
And I know that. Wholeheartedly. Because I used to be one of the infinite number of victims who believed their lies. I was like a toy which was being programmed-programmed to be insecure.
To the point where I made myself sick.
And no I wasn’t overweight, or even what you would consider chubby. I was skinnier than the average person, I could lose 3kg in a week without trying, I am taller than most people, and was called twig-legs for my thin composition. Stereotypically speaking, I should have never gone through such a phase. But I did it for attention so I could acquire sympathy from two of my closest friends. Sometimes (actually oftentimes) nothing would come out, but the sympathy I gained made me feel good. Made me feel loved.
I was insecure and was searching for confidence in all the wrong places.
Thank God it didn’t last long, and whether you believe in Him or not, He changed me. I didn’t have a psychologist, nutritionist, a counselor or any form of professionals to guide me. My faith was what I had. What I still have.
I’m not asking for your sympathy, or for you to even understand. I can now watch a TV advert without comparing myself to the bikini model, but there are girls who can’t. I can look at a billboard without longing to be one of them in desperation, but there are guys who are looking up to that same billboard who do.
And dear reader, whoever you are, and whatever you may be going through, get this: You are beautiful. Don’t say its cliché, society wants you to think so, because they know the day people embrace clichés, is the day their manipulation is over.
And for those of you, who have a story to tell, tell it. I want to know each and everyone of your story; I may not be present online for a week because I’ll be travelling.Never mind. Pass on the message. Your message.
Change a life.