If Oprah Can't...

Wednesday, January 13, 2016 Emily Childers 0 Comments

I recently read this post and it really stuck with me. Mainly the author's "epiphany":

"Oprah is arguably the most accomplished, admired, able person in the world. She creates magic for other people and herself on the regular. So, if Oprah can’t do permanent lifelong weight loss, maybe it can’t be done. Oprah is also crazy rich. If Oprah can’t buy permanent lifelong weight loss, maybe it can’t be bought. And that sucks. But it is also incredibly freeing if you, like me, have thought about your weight so many times throughout every day of your life that it becomes as maddening and distracting as if you’d stowed a beating tell-tale heart beneath your floorboards."


I waffle between feeling validated and incredibly depressed by this. If Oprah, with her arguably unlimited resources, can't maintain her weight loss what chance do I have? Okay, that's the depressing side and I'm going to pretend it doesn't exist. 

Everyone has struggles. Even Oprah. Luckily for me (and unluckily for her), one of her struggles is showcased front and center all over her body. That's right Oprah, I see you. You're not perfect. And that makes me feel just a tiny bit better about my own issues. Especially my own struggle with my weight.

In part thanks to Cassie's reminder that being fat does not make you a bad person, I'm posting a few of my least favorite photos of myself. Once I got past the cringe factor of not liking the way I look, each photo made me smile in its own way. Because I remember what a fun day it was. Or how much I enjoyed spending time with my amazing husband. I am no worse a person because of these photos.

This is one of those photos that ruined my entire day when I first saw it. You know the kind.

Nope, not pregnant. Just fat. And not wearing a bra, which is super flattering #sarcasm
To repeat, these photos DO NOT MAKE ME A BAD PERSON. Would it be healthy for me to up my exercise game and drop a few pounds? Definitely. Would it make me a better person if I did? I fucking hope not. I am not the number on my scale. Or the size of my jeans.

Life doesn't start when you hit your goal weight. It's already rolling, so make the most of it. Post those unflattering photos since they're part of your journey and are nothing to be ashamed of.