I Noticed My Thighs Don’t Rub Together Anymore
and honestly, I don’t care.
I was walking around Rite-Aid today when I noticed it — something was off. My body didn’t feel quite right. My thighs weren’t rubbing together anymore, only brushing. For ten years and some change, and to many women struggling to accept their bodies, this realization would have been a monumental moment.
The old me would have celebrated, clicked my heels, even. But honestly, I didn’t care. Not at all. And I don’t think any of us should.
Being one of the “lucky ones” didn’t make me happy
Yeah, it’s easy to say “stop caring about your weight,” when only 5% of women have the “media perfect” body and 20 million American women suffer from eating disorders. If anyone gets it, I do. Trust me. I used to be one of the “lucky ones” a longggg time ago. People, mainly adults, would actually stop and tell me this at school, on the outside.
Kind of weird considering how young and impressionable I was but that’s just a woman’s world. I still remember the Tuesday my dance teacher stopped telling me how “flawless” my body was everyday when I’d gained the first ten pounds at 18.
It destroyed young me, and only helped to jump start my raging binge eating disorder. But even before…
