Call me an attention seeker if you must; after all, I am seeking your attention.
Subject A in the above photographs is me, no editing and no falsifications, but the way I look in reality. I can't even begin to explain my battle with my body and the way that I look, let alone compact it all into something vaguely readable.
Yes, the top of my thighs occasionally touch when I walk. Yes, My boobs are a little bigger that I'd like them to be. Yes, I have to work hard for my stomach because my body needs to eat more than air. Yes, my face is rather round. Does that mean I'm less of a person and less worthy than the models all females are supposed to resemble? At a UK size 6/ US size 2, I feel inadequate and like a whale and can't figure out why. The thing is, I've been the golden size 0 and I wasn't happy there either.
Yet I am told countless times by real women that I have a figure they would kill for, that I am slender yet curvy in all the right places. Again, the supposed "ideal" of a model body is not the one women have deep down, but the one they think they should desire.
Subject A is me; I may not always like what I see in the mirror and the grass will probably be forever greener on the other side but I am not afraid of my body and how it looks. I am discovering life is too short to punish yourself for not looking like the girls in magazines.
