The Weight of Body Image

I have had a lingering thought the last few days… It is that time of year where most people feel their New Year’s resolution goals looming over their heads. For SO many years for me, my goal encompassed my weight. Eating better, working out more, etc. In 2020, with little more to do than worry about what exactly a global pandemic was going to look like, I really dug into that goal in the healthiest way I ever had.

But first, did you realize that not eating is a horrible way to reach weight goals? Of course you did, and honestly I did to, but that didn’t stop me prior to 2020 from considering or attempting this option. Being hungry from time to time seemed like a small price to pay in order to be able to wear whatever I wanted and “feel like a million bucks”. I had an on-again-off-again relationship with dieting and “healthy” lifestyles that never worked out in the long run. But in the beginning of 2020, I read something that changed my entire perspective.

For the life of me, I cannot remember where exactly I read it or who said it, but I stumbled upon a woman speaking about creating healthy body image goals where she said, “the goal cannot be skinny, it has to be healthy”. Now maybe you read that and didn’t see the mind shattering genus from this statement that I did, but let me explain what I really read here.

You see, skinny had always been my goal. I wanted to wear the baggiest t-shirt or the tightest t-shirt and feel like a million bucks, just like every skinny tiny person I had seen. I wanted my arms and legs to be the same thickness all the way down. Plain and simple, I wanted to be skinny.

But skinny was NOT about to happen for my body type. At no point in my childhood was I even really a “skinny” child. I always had a little something on my tummy, and in high school, gained hips and a buttock that were ready to have babies. Nothing about my body was overweight, but curviness was inevitable which equaled no such thing as a truly “skinny” version of Ashlyn.

But that wasn’t really what shook my core the most about that sentence. What shook me to the core was that I had always done dieting and and working out in the name of health, but that was never actually the goal. When I ate only salads, barely ate at all, or worked out consistently, it was to be skinny. It was to look like the skinny people on my social media And what I was willing to do to look like them wasn’t healthy at all. So what would pursing a healthier lifestyle look like when the goal was ACTUALLY my health?

I was about 25 pounds overweight going into 2020 and my most recent trip to the doctor revealed that I was considered overweight for my height/weight. So pursuing a healthier lifestyle was not only ideal, it was becoming necessary. But even when I had first discovered that losing weight was necessary, I wanted to come out of it being skinny.

So here I was, having a mind-blowing realization for the first time that maybe the reason I had never held onto a healthy weight or lifestyle wasn’t because I am lazy or not driven, but because I had held an unrealistic finish line expectation that was never going to happen. I was never going to cross the finish line of skinniness. I had set myself up for failure every time before.

I took a good long look at myself in the mirror and for the first time I saw my body. Not for the extra bumps or curves it had, but for the only body that I would ever get to have. This body that pumps blood through my veins and creates energy for me to do the things I love and all it really asks for in return is water, food, and a little cardio. Heck, it doesn’t even force or demand those things, but it isn’t nearly as capable without them.

Now that I had accepted that skinny could not be the goal because it was never going to happen, what if I did this for my health? My actual health? Along the way I was bound to feel more comfortable in my own skin, and healthy was possible.

Within weeks of making adjustments to my diet and adding in workouts, I felt better. I just felt different. And a few weeks later, I started to feel different in my clothing. Pants became too big and shirts looked a little more flattering. Weeks after that, I started taking more fashion risks and wearing more tank tops here and there.

A year or so into it, I was down 20 pounds, and I had never been healthier. I was drinking more water, I was getting in 2-3 days of exercise, and my relationship with food became about energizing my body instead of eating whatever I wanted regardless of how crappy it would make me feel.

It has been an imperfect journey at times, as most journeys are. I went through times of not eating enough or veering off the exercise path. But I always find my way back. And if I ever look in the mirror and wish I saw something different, I take time to think of where I have come from and how much healthier I feel.

I don’t always look exactly like I want to in the mirror, but I feel great. I feel healthy. And it is a goal that will always matter and always be attainable.

Why does all of this matter?

Because sometimes the weight of what we wish we looked like is heavier than the weight that is actually on our bodies. The weight of the expectations that we have for ourselves, or that sometimes others have for us, may be the unhealthiest thing in our life.

We are all beautiful, of course, but our healthiest self is not 50 pounds overweight or underweight. Our healthiest self isn’t size 000 or size 4X. Being “healthy” is different for every body type, and it is not an easy thing to attain. But knowing that we get just one body for our whole lives should matter more than how a t-shirt feels. It should inspire us to take care of this vessel that takes such good care of us. And if pop culture took a moment to encourage that instead of telling us that we’ll be happy 30 pounds lighter or that being 300lbs is completely okay… think of how that might impact critical things such as suicide rates, the obesity epidemic, heart disease rates, diabetes rates, eating disorder rates, and so much more. I know its a big wish, because most of what pop culture advertises makes lots of money off of supporting what causes those tragic things I just mentioned, but who gave them all of the power for making decisions for us anyways?

I am taking back the ability to pursue a healthy body over all other things. Not skinny. Not eating whatever I want. Healthy.

If you are like me and the weight of carrying expectations for what you wish you looked like has become ridiculous to carry. Let it go. Let it all go. Look at yourself in the mirror, take a moment to thank your body for getting you this far, and think about what you could do to take better care of it.

Maybe that starts by drinking a little more water each day, or going for a walk with a friend when you can. Don’t do it for how your clothes fit or what you look like in pictures, do it for your body.

We can all do it. We should all do it.

When would you like to begin?

Until next time.

Ashlyn R.

2022 – The Year to Savor

As I type this, the sun is shining through my blinds, I have one of my favorite playlists playing through my phone, and I am sipping my first batch of homemade iced coffee! Not too shabby for my 12th day of 2022.

I’ve thought about sitting down and writing a blog the last few days, so I am finally returning to this familiar place this morning. After some of the thoughts that I have been fleshing out thus far this year, I wanted to sit down and write them out so that I can always remember how I felt starting out the year.

Writing has long been my favorite place to realize things. To realize how I feel, different ways to express things, and re-discover emotions that I had kept tucked away. It is a place to let passion and feelings flow and it could be something only I ever hear or read, or it could resonate with someone else if I take the leap to share what I have to say (more to come on this later).

I started sharing my feelings and thoughts many years ago and it was once a very consistent habit of mine. But after listening to the little voice inside that set big expectations for myself, it started to not feel natural. I experience a very similar thing with my music writing. Have I mentioned that I love to write music? I don’t know if I have ever published that in text, so there it is: I am a music writer and it is nearly my favorite hobby of all. Anywho – when I am writing and it doesn’t feel authentic or easy-coming, then it only ends in frustration and the frustration leads to months of not returning to a hobby that I quite enjoy for fear that it will be too difficult to express.

I share all of that to say, it has been a long time and it feels good (an a tad scary) to be back.

So why did I title this about 2022? Or the word Savor?

Several years ago, I started to give my year a name. I would start the year with one word in particular that felt like it encompassed what I wanted to work on or appreciate within that year. For the life of me, I cannot remember any of my past words, but I have had one each year since around 2016. So as the last few days of 2021 danced around us, I started to consider what I wanted my 2022 to be defined as. Entering this year, I felt like I had everything I wanted (and I still feel this way). I got engaged and married in 2021 to one of the best human beings I know, I love my job even on the tough days, I am studying to become a teacher which I have always wanted to do, and we have a lovely home. Heck, we even just bought a brand new car! Most years, especially before I got married, I had specific expectations of the year or what might happen during it (especially when it came to getting engaged. Patience was not my virtue then lol). So as I looked forward at 2022 with my arms full of things that I love dearly, I knew I wanted a word that inspired me to be grateful for it all. A word that grounded me in gratitude, even when some new desire came up on the horizon.

And thus savor was born. I felt like it was a word that perfectly held what I wanted to say. I wanted to savor my life in 2022. I wanted to savor who I am, what I have, and where I am in this season of life. You might be questioning why I didn’t just call it “grateful” or “gratitude” and to be honest, I couldn’t quite answer why it wasn’t those words because they work as well. But savor came to mind and it just felt right, and that is always how I have named a year. A word swept in and felt like it belonged and that was that.

Writing this out here will give me a place to remember this year’s name, but as I think about it, if I don’t remember my names for previous years, I probably missed the opportunity to really carry those words throughout those years. It inspires me to not lose sight of my year’s name this year. If I keep reminding myself of this year’s name and its possibility, then I feel I will be better able to look back and remember the year I learned to savor. So that is my hope and goal of notating all of this. That the word “savor” will be so obvious in my 2022 year, that I can never forget it. And even if I do (because after all, I am human), I will be able to look back and remember the year I began to learn how to savor life. A little accountability never hurt anybody.

So to begin my year of “savor”, I had COVID for the first week and BOY oh boy did that put my savoring to the test. How does one savor life whilst having COVID?

I’ll tell you how. I watched a lot of good movies. I organized my desk. I got to spend a lot of time talking and hanging out with my husband who was also sick. I got to miss my job, which made returning to it even better. It took me some time to find the savor-worthy aspects of that first week of the year, but looking back, I am grateful for the quiet that enabled me to prep our house for this new year and all of the conversation and walks I got to take with my husband. When do we have 10 days of nothing to do, even when being sick? COVID is no joke and it has kicked my butt two times now, but that is obvious. No one is out here saying “YAY I HAVE COVID”. That’s not the point. The point is, I couldn’t do ANYTHING about having COVID. I could have spent the whole time being frustrated, scared, or bored (which I got really close to), OR, I could savor the good moments it brought me. That’s the whole point of my year’s name. It is challenging more often than it is easy, but it will be worth it. Because whether we are talking about yummy food or sick couch snuggles with someone we love, there is something there to savor.

So savor my friends. Savor it all. Not because it is easy or obvious, but because there is always something to savor.

Until next time.

Ashlyn R.