There are some mornings when I just cannot get out of bed. Literally. I cannot get out of bed no matter how much I may need or want to.
I’ve been dealing with chronic pain and intestinal illness for a few years. Some days, I wake up ready to take on the world. Other days, I wake up with blurred vision, stomach pains, headaches and muscle soreness that’s as unpredictable as it is painful, and all I can manage to do is stay in my sheets and feel sorry for myself.
On those days, I loathe my body. I hate it for holding me back, causing me pain and essentially keeping me from doing what I want it to do. And on those days when I am angry with my body, I get mad at myself. Because I know I shouldn’t feel that way.
In a world where hourglass figures and Instagram likes create standards of self-worth, there is a growing counterculture of body positivity that reminds us to always love ourselves as we are. Through positive messaging, personal testimonies from influencers and campaigning to change the way bodies are presented in media, many of us have come to know that true beauty and self-worth are way more than skin-deep and it’s what’s inside that counts.