Her Story: I Am More Than A Number On A Scale

Like most people, I want my life to be pretty. I want everything about my life to be 'Pinterest perfect', and my body is no exception. I don't know about you but I constantly catch myself scrolling through Instagram and come across these girls that have a super tiny waste or a big butt and then I look in the mirror and am reminded that i have nothing even close to that. 


Looking back over the last few years I have realized that I have formed an obsession with the way I look.

I constantly critique every single aspect of my body. My idea of what I should look like has been so dominated by people on the internet. For the longest time my idea for what I wanted to look like were these Instagram models (whose bodies, might I add, are about 50% fake).

My body on the other hand is not fake. This is what I was born with and this is what I have to work with. It is far from perfect and I am slowly learning that that is totally okay. I might not have a size 0 waist. But you know what most people don’t. 

I have began to slowly learned that my size does not define me. When I step on that scale, the number that pops up is not going to be plastered on my forehead for everyone to see when they meet me. People are not going to look at me and ask me how much I weigh or hold up a picture of one of those Instagram and point out how my stomach doesn't look like her stomach. No, that’s not going to happen. No one is going to put that much thought into your body; and in all honesty, they are probably too worried about their own to nit-pick yours. 


We’re in college. These are supposed to be the best years of our lives. If you want to go out with your friends and eat an entire pizza, then go out and eat that pizza. You're not going to get these years (or your high metabolism) back ever again — make them count. 


It can take some time, but work on loving yourself Collegiettes, life is beautiful and wonderful. SO ENJOY IT! In every way that you possibly can.