What it Really Means to Love your Body.
'What does it really mean to love your body?' I guess you could say I've asked myself this question ever since the age of twelve when I finally had to purchase a god forbidden padded bra, or when my hips enlarged to the point where the pyjama bottoms I used to snuggle comfortably in would now not go past my hips. All of this happened when I was twelve years old. Twelve. Years. Old. And ever since then my body has shaped, altered and changed and I've tried hard to try and love it to the best that I can. But no one understands how hard it is to walk into a crowded room and automatically think that everyone looking at you is thinking about how 'fat' or how 'skinny' you are. Because fat-shaming and skinny-shaming are as bad as each other, and I don't care how 'biased' I may be because I'm a size 14/16, skinny-shaming is just as degrading as fat-shaming. Period. Now, over the years I've been a size 12 top and bottom, a siz