A place I chose to leave, where I hated my fully functional, fully amazing body for not adhering to the glamorised accepted norm. I swore I would never go back there, but post-baby I find myself back in front of the mirror asking where it all went wrong.
So I need to keep reminding myself, it's not me that went wrong. It's the ridiculous standards society places on women that are wrong.
It's the constant barrage of ways to lose weight, coupled with pictures of super slim models in the media. Magazine covers of pedestal girls, starved and photoshopped, or even just naturally skinny ladies whose images get used above all other body types as though they are the only acceptable ones to be.
I need to remember the norm is not normal. I am normal. I am a woman who shouldn't have to explain why she is the weight she is.