How to Love Your Body Image

When I was 17, I found a stretch mark on my thigh -- the result of a rapid growth spurt.

I agonized for days over that stretch mark, and even cried when showing it to my mom in my great distress. She laughed a little at my angst, but to me, it was one of the first signs that my body had a mind of its own.

From thence forward, it would be a battle to fight off, cover up, and fret about the various evil tricks my body would play on me without my permission.

Of course, that didn't stop me from eating fast food, slathering on baby oil to get a tan, and avoiding any activity that made me break a sweat. I wasn't very educated back then about a healthy lifestyle, but even if I had been, I imagine I would have still had the same convoluted relationship with my body image.

From the time we become aware of  our appearance (somewhere during that pre-teen awkwardness), we have a love-hate relationship with our bodies.

As we learn about societal standards of attractiveness, we begin to focus on how we fall short of that standard.Think of all of the pain and unhappiness your body image has caused you over the years.

It's perplexing to hear beautiful models or actors talk about their gawky teen years and how they had a poor self-image about appearance. (more…)