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Body Love

I Will No Longer Bond over Hating Our Bodies.

April 25, 2021 By Caroline Peterson

First 10k of the year.

It's one of our earliest connections and conversations as women. One that carries on until our very last breath.

The pointing, poking and pulling at portions of our bodies that we don't like.

Summer camps. Sports camps. Sleepovers. At lunch. At recess. On the bus. In cars. In dorm rooms. At parties. Over holidays. At work. At wedding dress fittings. During baby showers. Over the kitchen island when the kids finally go down to sleep.

Discussions about thinner thighs.

Less wobbly arms.

Botox, fillers, butt lifts.

Bikini body. Summer bod.

Sweating for the wedding.

Pregnancy and post-partum: Wow, she's so big. Wow she's so small. Wow, she must be having twins. She must be having a girl, have you seen the size of her hips? She bounced back quickly.

We bond over hating our bodies, or worse, making fun of other people's bodies.

I'm not here for it. Not one freakin' day longer.


As an adult, I'm 5'8”. But, as the doctors’ growth charts predicted, I was 5'7” by the time I was in fifth grade. Most of my formative years were spent hating being one of the tallest and by proxy, the biggest girls in the room, on the field or in a play. I very much had the body of an adult, early on. I woke up with a C-cup in sixth grade. I remember feeling cellulite when I crossed my legs in 7th grade and asked my mom WTF it was. I legit never shopped in the juniors department, it never fit my hips. Ever. I was never that willowy, lanky tall type that was so admired in modeling during my teenage years.

Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels.

Kate Moss

Nice.

I was also never fat, but reminded constantly that I wasn't skinny either. Big boned, baby fat or curvy were all constant reminders that I wasn't what society thought was beautiful.

And for what it's worth, being fat isn't an automatic exclusion from being beautiful. I can't tell you how many times I've heard, “You're not fat, you're beautiful.” As if those two can't coexist. I've learned fat is a neutral term, not to be associated with beauty standards or the amount of respect one deserves. It's quite simply, in its purest form, a description of someone's body. That's it.

I was a size 14 by high school. You know, legitimately the most common size in our country? But not amongst my peers, many of whom hadn't gotten their period and therefore didn't have the joys of grown-up hips and thighs and breasts. I didn't deviate from that size much at all, even to this day. But as a teenager? Woah. It was one of the worst things to be. Bigger.

(For what it’s worth, I realize that there are also traumatic and formative experiences from not going through puberty in the prescriptive timeframe that society demands.)

I was told by a family member as a teenager that I should wear heels more often because it makes my legs look thinner. Similarly, as I hit puberty, it was discussed at length that the best thing a relative ever did was look at her overweight siblings and decide to eat less. Let's not forget the social reminders too. Bigger girls aren't asked to dances, given better parts in shows or someone you can share clothes with.

It seemed the most important thing to be was thin. Not my accolades. Not my accomplishments. If I could only be skinny too, then those accomplishments would matter. The pinnacle of life was wrapped in my body. Big or bigger wasn't acceptable.

That sort of constant barrage and reminder that the very body you live in, isn't pretty and doesn't deserve respect, creates a small voice that sets up shop in the back of your brain, making itself comfortable over the years. It's so comfortable, in fact, that for the rest of your life, it chimes in at the beach, in the dressing room, at holiday dinners and during sex.


My mom, the person I thought was the most beautiful woman in the world, constantly talked poorly about her body. In one breath, she would say not to be like her, to know that I'm beautiful inside and out, no matter what. Then, in another breath, would be on another fad diet or as people commented on how much we looked alike, she'd say,“I know. Poor thing.”

I recently read the book, The Fuckit Diet, and to say it's been a whirlwind of changing my mindset around my relationship with my body and food, would be an understatement.

Quite frankly, I didn't think there was much of an issue. I've always prided myself on treating my body with respect and sticking the middle finger up to anyone who called me fat. See that story from Barcelona, Spain here.

Sure, words hurt. I would be lying if I said that being told I'm ugly or my favorite, “you have such a pretty face,” didn't sting. It does. I was even called Fatty McPeterson by friends in an email that I wasn’t supposed to see.

But, I really truly believed I was working towards whole acceptance, even if there were bumps in the road or nasty words tossed my way.

This is me, as I am. Take it or leave it.

In terms of health, something that you cannot tell about someone from their weight alone, I've always had a clean bill. We all know BMI is bullshit now, right? In fact, one of my doctors told me as I was training for another race and I quipped about how I didn't lose a freakin' pound training for my last one, that I was probably healthier than her. HER. She was thin! In that stereotypically beautiful, thin way.

“Yeah. I drink Coke all day and can't remember the last time I ran a mile. So, good on you!”

My doctors don't have concerns and if they did. That's between me and them. None of your business. Full stop.

I tell you all of this because it’s still been a struggle and I know I'm not alone in it. I still beat myself up for forgetting breakfast sometimes or forgetting to count WW points or avoiding gatherings because I didn't want to be seen as the“big girl eating too much.”

My wonderful body has carried me through a deadly pandemic, across 3 half-marathon finish lines, countless 5ks, an Olympic-distance triathlon, traveled across continents, countries and double-digit moves across thousands of miles. I'm proud of it.

But, even with that pride, in some way, shape or form, I have been very aware of everything that I eat since I was 10. Whether that’s because of the people in my life, a lack of guidance, a literal lack of food at some points, another fad diet in high school and college, or the 6 times I've joined Weight Watchers, I didn't exactly have the best relationship with food.

I'm now realizing the anxiety and restriction from that mindset has done so much more damage than good.

I may never, ever get to my goal weight. Whatever that was. Never.

Am I okay with that?

I've always known I'll be bigger and embraced that. But even with that mentality, there was still something more to achieve. Some other BMI to fit under, regardless of how I got there. (See: Restrictive eating, a poor relationship with food, feeling hungry, judging others for how they eat, etc.)

I'm choosing to be okay with it.

I'm choosing to love my body.

It's one of the boldest fuck yous you can give.

There are so many worse things to be in this world, besides fat.

I would rather rock my cellulite thighs and ass, lovable hips, boobs for days and lack of a thigh gap than be: mean, selfish, woefully ignorant or worse, a woman who judges another for how she looks.

If I died thin, I would venture to guess not many people would talk about my body. And if some bitches huddled around my casket and talked about how good I looked AS A DEAD BUT STILL THIN PERSON, perhaps I needed to surround myself with better people in real life.

But, you see, that scares some people.

That sort of mentality.

If we don't have the right to pick apart another person for how they look, if we don't have the time to analyze everything that society tells us is wrong or ugly with our body, if we must be forced to see that people who are vastly different shapes and sizes are out and about living their life happily…

We're asked to look in the mirror and reevaluate the time we've spent hating ourselves.

That's freakin' scary.

If your whole world is wrapped up in being exactly what society deems as pretty, then what are you to do when you finally know better?

Nothing. You do nothing.

You live your life free from the reigns of what some person in your family said about your body. What some friends snidely said about another woman's body. What society perpetually shoves in front of us as what is and isn't acceptable about our bodies.

Those times we gather ‘round over brunch, during dinner or meet up to go shopping to only talk about how much we hate how our body looks? How many awful wrinkles we have and the Botox that's needed?

I'm done.

I will no longer talk about hating my body.

I will no longer participate in you hating yours.

I will remind you how remarkable you are.

I will embrace that not everyone is on the same journey as me.

But, I won't let society tear our individual beauty apart, pit us against each other and then convince us if we just fit into a certain size or look then we'd be more likeable.

No. The jig is up.

All bodies deserve respect. Including yours.

I will no longer bond over hating our bodies.

Filed Under: Body Love

Not Your Average Gal: Hannah from Eat Sleep Breathe Travel

May 12, 2020 By Caroline Peterson

Not Your Average Gals are kickass, blazing-their-own-path, independent-minded, free-thinking, kind-hearted and all around wonderful humans beings. We learn a lot about ourselves and the people we choose to look to for inspiration or friendship. I’m excited to introduce you to some of them.


Ladies and gents, it is my distinct pleasure to introduce you to our first (!) Not Your Average Gal: Hannah Logan. I originally started following her on Instagram and then kept up with her blog on the regular because they are so incredibly helpful for travel. (Plus, you need to see her quarantine Tik Toks.)

As a woman who has been called nearly every name in the book because I am not stick thin, I admired how much she promoted just loving your own body, as you are. It gave me a lot of confidence to travel to SE Asia, where my boobs just laugh at the options for even t-shirts. Hannah is hands down one of my favorite writers and I’m so happy that you’ll get to meet her.

Hannah Logan
Freelance Travel Writer and Blogger
Eat Sleep Breathe Travel and Ireland Stole My Heart

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What's your passion—the thing that makes you a Not Your Average Gal?

My two biggest passions are travel and writing which I have managed to merge. But today, when more people are working online and blogging than ever before, I don't think that really makes me stand out. I think what differentiates me from so many other young women in the blogging and travel industry is my appearance. Travel bloggers have become synonymous with white, slim, bikini wearing girls with perfect makeup and twirly dresses. Which is so not me.

I'm a plus size travel blogger which, in itself, goes against the norm. Plus, while I love pretty dresses, they don't fit my travel style. I pride myself on showing and telling the honest reality of travel. For every Instagram photo I share of me in a dress, I have twenty more of me in leggings and a t-shirt with a ponytail or a messy bun. I'll be the first to tell you about how gorgeous a destination is, but I won't shy away from telling you if the food made me sick, or about that time I missed the train, or if I was sexually harassed. I'm all about empowering everyone, especially women, to travel but I pride myself on being honest and telling it straight. Travel is amazing, but it isn't pretty or perfect.

When did you start this business?

I started blogging at Eat Sleep Breathe Travel in 2012; a year after living in Ireland, which was the first place I had ever travelled to. At first it was more of an online journal but somehow people managed to find me and follow along. Things just sort of grew from there. I started freelance writing in 2016; a couple of little things, nothing major. But it wasn't until 2017 that I managed to turn both freelance writing and blogging into an actual business. In 2018, I've actually started a second Ireland-specific blog (Ireland Stole My Heart) as it's my favourite country and the place I enjoy writing about the most. Two blogs on top of freelance work is quite a bit of a juggling act though!

Hannah’s favorite country, Ireland

Do you make any income with your business?

I do! Blogging and freelance writing is my full-time work as of January 2017, but it's not always easy. It's a lot of trying to find work and opportunities and then chasing down people to get paid. Sometimes I miss having a regular, dependable paycheck but then I remember that my wake up and go to work means sitting on the couch with my dog while wearing sweatpants and I can't really complain. It's not perfect, and it's definitely not easy, but I do enjoy it.

Do you have a “day job” that is different from your passion or business?

Not anymore (thank god!) but I did for the first few years. When I first started travelling and writing I worked at a national victim organization here in Canada. That lasted about two years before I decided I needed to move onto something happier. That ‘happier' job ended up being a professional cake decorator. It was fun for a bit, but I don't miss the long hours and crappy pay! That being said, it was a very seasonal job and I was able to take extended 3-4 month trips while working there. So, crappy pay and hours aside, it wasn't all bad.

What lead you to your current path?

I've always loved writing (I used to write stories as a little girl and read them to trees- not even kidding). I think once I fell in love with travel, writing about it just became natural. I enjoyed it so much as a hobby that it just made sense to try to turn it into my job.

In pursuing something less than conventional, did you face any pushback from family, friends or even strangers? If so, how did you deal?

In the beginning, absolutely. My mom has always been very supportive but I had a lot of friends who scoffed at the idea of me being able to ‘travel for a living' and have the ability to be location independent. But here I am. Just a couple months ago I went back to Ireland, where it all started, and was laughing with my old roommates. They remembered when I told them I wanted to be a digital nomad years ago and thought I was crazy, yet there I was; able to visit them again because my work led me back to Ireland. It was kind of funny, but it felt really good.

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What are 3 things that you've gained from doing what you love and perhaps going against the norms?

I've learned a ton. Budgeting and patience are two big ones. Nothing like the stress of having to chase down paychecks to teach you to be more mindful of your money! But I know that I'm not the only one who suffers through that. It's a bit of a sad reality for those of us who work online.

I've also learned to be more self-assured and confident in myself. It's easy to hard on yourself in an industry where followers and likes are so important. I think as a plus-size blogger this can be even harder to deal with. It can be so easy to look at a photo I posted of me on social media and compare it to someone who looks more “Instagram perfect.” But then I'll get messages from someone saying how nice it is to see someone who looks like them in the travel world and that makes it all go away. Yes, I do stand out in a world of female travel influencers, but that's not necessarily a bad thing.

Building on the above point, as a blogger and writer I've realized how important it is to stay true to myself. Again, it's easy to compare blogs and writing to others who may be more successful in terms of getting traffic or going on press trips and building partnerships. But at the end of the day we need to remember that working with brands is only beneficial when it's a good fit. I may not have worked with as many brands and companies as others, but those that I have worked with have been perfect for me. They see value in what I offer and love my story-telling approach and writing style. From working with Viking River Cruises and the Ireland tourism board to partnering with Canadian travel clothing brands and even being a keynote speaker at the 2018 Women in Travel Summit; I've had some pretty awesome opportunities.

Myanmar

Tell us something about yourself people would be surprised to hear!

Being a writer, most people expect me to have a background in journalism or travel, but I actually have a degree in criminology with a concentration in psychology. For a while I wanted to be a forensic psychologist. I blame it on too many years watching Criminal Minds and CSI.

Are there any words of advice you can offer readers who struggle creating their own path?

Stick to it. As mentioned above, I faced a lot of pushback but I persisted and it worked out in the end. One of the benefits of being stubborn! Also, don't half-ass it. I spent years harboring the same goal but it wasn't until I gave it my full attention that I actually started to really succeed.

Any favorite mottos or quotes that you live by? (You can list several!)

I'm a big believer of ‘You only live once' and ‘You can't take it with you.' So travel often-and travel well!

Be sure to follow all of Hannah’s adventures here:

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Bolding throughout article is my own emphasis.


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Filed Under: Body Love, Not Your Average Gals, Portugal, Travel

#NYAGmile – How did you do?

August 26, 2016 By Caroline Peterson

I have an appointment with an orthopedic surgeon this week, that’s how well I did. Ha!

As you may have seen on the Not Your Average Gal Facebook page (<—– psst. You should Like that page, I have entertaining updates), I sprained my ankle with only 2 FRIGGING DAYS  LEFT in the #NYAGmile challenge.

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It hasn’t healed enough for the ER doc hubster to be satisfied. I can walk on it, with a bit of a hobble. It’s painful at the end of the day. So it’s either a really bad Grade-2 sprain, or I have a hairline fracture somewhere…we’re assuming. Mind you, this is the same ankle I’ve had surgery on from an old soccer injury, and if I’m ever wobbly, it’s the only ankle to give out and roll.

So needless to say, I should get it checked out officially. Hence the orthopedic surgeon appointment. Wish me luck.

ENOUGH ABOUT MY BUM ANKLE, how did you do in the #NYAGmile? It was so wonderful to see so many kick-ass people participating. Tell me about it in the comments!

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#NYAGmile –  Things I Learned

I like to give up when I’m tired.

By the third day, I wanted to throw in the towel because I had a long day at work and just wanted to veg on the couch. The mile doesn’t take that long, there was no excuse good enough.

Consistency is king.

I should have gotten up at the same time each day and do my mile before work. Sometimes I was successful, other times I knew I had one more thing to do when I got home.

Podcasts are pretty cool.

I’m not sure why I never got into them. But hey, if you’re walking for 15-20 minutes, why not bang one out? That sounded gross. Or did it? Did my perverted mind just think it did? I digress. I like the Hal Elrod podcasts.

LOTS of you wanted to have a daily activity like this.

That says to me we, as a whole, lack a lot of “me” time. So many of you voice that the #NYAGmile is just want you needed to get “back into” something or have a goal to meet by the end of the month. It says to me we aren’t alone in wanting more for ourselves.

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How did it go for YOU?

Filed Under: Body Love, Health, Running

For Once, I’m Not Beating Myself Up (And How You Can Join Me).

July 7, 2016 By Caroline Peterson

When we came back from our trip to Korea and Japan, I hopped on the scale. Sure, I could have done that in hotels, but what kind of sacrilegious, glutton for punishment person does that while on vacation?!

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I wasn’t too shocked I had gained a couple pounds.

My pants were a bit snug, but nothing that my shark week doesn’t remind me of every month.

4 days later, the hubster moved 1400 miles away. Then, a couple weeks later, I went to visit him.

Essentially it was an entire month of flying, eating, packing, saying goodbye…and rinsing and repeating.

So, I weighed myself again this morning.

Gulp.

I believe my words were, “Well, that’s not nice, scale. Why’d you say that?”

And then I hopped back on one more time in case the scale got it wrong. Oh come on, you do it too!

AND THAT WAS IT.

I didn’t beat myself up. I didn’t tell myself I had lost control and this was going to forever be my pattern or I’m doomed to tight pants and double-chinned selfies.

I knew I wasn’t taking care of myself the way I normally do this past month and the scale was just doing its damn job.

It’s reality check time, folks!

So, back on the train again. Choo-choo. I’m actually quite excited and relieved.

Which brings me to my next point: Would you like to join me on a 30-day challenge?

No, this isn’t some crazy scheme to get you to buy some shakes from me or promise that you’ll be 2 pant sizes smaller. Would be nice, bitches.

It’s just a 30-Day challenge inspired by my gal Roni at Roni’s Weigh to promise myself to get up and do something consistent every day.

NYAGmile Challenge

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Here’s the deal:

  • Walk or run 1 mile, every day, for 30 days.
  • Use the hashtag #NYAGmile if you so desire when posting to social media.

That’s it.

We ALL have 10-20 minutes to spare in a day. That goes for me too! This is totally doable! I know lots of us have a FitBit and would like to use one of the miles we’ve walked all together in a day. But, let’s not do that.

1 consistent mile, all at one time. Walking, running, biking, swimming, walking your dog, whatever the hell you want. Just get out there and do it with me for one mile every day.

I’ll check in every so often to see how you kiddos are doing. And pssst, hey guys, if you miss a day, no one is here to criticize you, just get back on the horse and join the fun! With the #NYAGmile hasthag, you have the support of others doing the same thing as you!

The #NYAGmile Challenge starts on Monday, July 11th and goes until August 9th.

How do you feel about doing the challenge with me? Each time you walk or run (even to cupcakes) use the #NYAGmile hashtag and share it on Facebook or Instagram.

Let me know if you’re in by commenting below!

 

EDIT: If you don’t have a FitBit or Garmin or any of those other fancy things, just download Runkeeper or MapMyRun to your phones. Super easy. Just hit start when you start walking/running and it will tell you how far you’ve gone. :)

Filed Under: Body Love, Health

This Is Me. In A Bikini. Therefore, It’s A Bikini Body.

May 18, 2016 By Caroline Peterson

Yup. There I am. In all my bikini glory.

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We were on our first trip to Mexico and I was feeling good (after a couple cucumber mojitos) and I asked the hubster to take a picture of me because I was having such a fun time. I looked at it afterwards and thought I looked pretty darn good.

Then I moved on to bigger priorities, liiiiike what to drink next.

It wasn’t until I was going through photos after the trip, that I recognized what a momentous occasion that was. I didn’t think to immediately criticize myself when I saw the photo.

I actually thought I looked good.

Sure, I’m not at my thinnest, nor my heaviest, but I’m okay with having my picture taken, in a bikini of all things! Sure, I could tighten my tummy (who couldn’t?) and stand to lose more weight.

But this is me.

All of me.

In a bikini.

It took me 35 damn years to be okay with that. Sometimes I wish I could shake my skinnier 22 year old self and tell her how flipping beautiful she is and to stop worrying about how much she weighed.

I wish I could comfort that 13 year old who scribbled in her diary that she would try harder that year to lose weight to be “just like other girls,” so she could actually get a guy to like her or be asked to slow dance or for fucks sake, just fit into single-digit sized jeans. I wish I could tell her that the diet she had laid out on those naive pages wasn’t realistic and she’d disappoint herself when she couldn’t stick to it.  I wish I could tear out those pictures she pasted into her journal of happy junior-sized models – sizes she never, even as a teenager, fit into.

You see, I had breasts in 5th grade. Not training-bra breasts. Womanly C-Cup breasts. I wasn’t overweight, I was just suddenly a WOAH-man. I had cellulite in 6th grade and remember asking my mom WTF it was; that one dimple on the back of my thighs that appeared when I crossed my legs. Genetics, I tell you. It’s a bitch. I had hips that were never junior-sized enough to be able to button up jeans. I wanted to be dainty and “normal” like other girls my age. I had to deal with things other chicks had no clue about until their teenage years or twenties. I thought I was alone. That sort of body shame is something that seeped into my mind well into adulthood.

I had a womanly body I didn’t know what to do with and I desperately wanted to get rid of it. Get rid of my body.

So what’s the difference between now and then?

Respect.

I respect what my body can do — Fat rolls, thick thighs, giggly titties and all.

I’ve had doctors tell me I’m perfectly healthy and yet, I still fall into this bizarre <dun dun dun> overweight BMI category. It’s the same overweight BMI that ran 3 half marathons and can lift and break into Vinyasa like a boss. The same one that has great physical test results. THAT same BMI.

There wasn’t any way around it, really. I had to learn to love my body for all it does. I was tired of fighting with something that has given me so much; something that has accomplished so much. I waved the white, self-hate flag.

Perhaps I’ve let go of wanting to be supermodel-thin because I’ve seen so many other women with bodies just like me, who are models! Where were these bitches when I was growing up?! Why was Kate Moss tossed all over every magazine cover for me to covet when my 5’8″ body could never look like that?

The #BodyLove movement isn’t lost on me. When I see other women who are happy with who they are, regardless of that silly standard of beauty, I know it’s possible.

That night I wore a jumpsuit. 😬 Whatever. #bodylove

A photo posted by Caroline| Not Your Average Gal (@notaveragegal) on May 6, 2016 at 5:31pm PDT

 

So, perhaps that’s why I’m posting this. It’s not exactly easy share it, but I sure would have liked to see other healthy women who aren’t a size 2…or 10…post their real bodies and share the love, even if it’s just so we know we aren’t alone.

Cellulite and all. We’re in this together.

Sure, I’m not walking a catwalk every time I put on a bikini. And duh, I’m not exactly comfortable bending over in one. I’m still conscious about my back flubber and arms that sometimes don’t stop waving goodbye even after I do. But it’s not about that anymore. I know I’m more than those attributes. I know I’m worthwhile even with those.

With this newfound #BodyLove, I’ve also noticed myself being less critical of others in my head. I’m actually cheering gals on who give zero shits that they don’t fit a body standard and are running in only a sports bra or daring to wear a bikini without being a size 2. It’s such a better head space to be in, this caring about yourself thing. Being kind to yourself, leads to kindness towards others.

My husband took this picture below on our most recent trip to Cancun and originally cropped my body out. When I looked at it, I asked why. He told me it’s because I’m usually pretty critical of what I see and he didn’t want me to be upset. He’s right. …So I had him retake it.

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Pretty major steps for me.

And for you? It’s not too late. It’s not too late to turn that dialogue around and have a healthier relationship with your body.

Why not thank your body? Really. Look at your body and thank it. Even if you’re healthy, unhealthy, overweight, skinny, scarred, bumpy, indented from your bra (What? It does happen.) or suffering from a raging case of Chipotle belly (What? It does happen). Thank it for something it’s accomplished, even if you don’t believe it. It’s all yours. It’s your only one. I bet you it has provided you something you can appreciate. I’m telling you the dialogue may start small, perhaps even a bit forced. But eventually, and I promise this, you’ll start accepting tiny bits and learn to love your version of beauty and strength. It’s a version that can move mountains…

…and maybe even ask her husband to take a picture of her having fun on the beach in a bikini.

 

Looking for other body loving gals? Check out these rad chicks:

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Filed Under: Body Love, Health

I Don’t Look Like a Runner

September 23, 2015 By Caroline Peterson

My butt jiggles. (Although I’m not entirely sure exactly how much because it’s quite tough to verify while I’m running.) I have strong thighs that touch. My boobs need to be locked and loaded into my favorite sports bra. I get really red in the face to the point that I’ve received concerned looks from bystanders.

I just don’t look like a runner.

But I am.

A friend of mine wrote a Facebook status about seeing a marathon and half-marathon race one time purely by coincidence. She was shocked at all the different body types running such long distances. It wasn’t said in a condescending tone; it gave her the idea that, heck, maybe she could even run a long-distance race too.

That’s what is so wonderful about this news story. I dare you to watch it without smiling a bit. She’s an absolute inspiration and reminder that runners, regardless of body size, are still…running.

Fat Girl Running:

(http://nbcnews.to/1Mhrc7G)

“There’s a cognitive dissonance, I think, involved in just imagining somebody who is able to run the amount of miles that I do, and that other people do, that look like me and also carry extra weight. But I think that is due to this notion that we’ve had for years that ‘fit’ means a very particular body type, a very particular weight, and size, and height and that’s just not true. I’m not saying that I don’t have more weight to lose; I know that it’s dangerous to have weight around your belly and I’m working on it.”

Nailed it. It’s that very stereotype that often prevents people from continuing to practice what they love. Running, yoga, dancing. You may not “look” like an athlete, but the second you lace up those shoes, you are.

I have to consciously tell myself to move past this association as other smaller runners cross paths with me. My body may not look like hers, but hell, I’m fit. Remember my excellent numbers? Just like Mirna Valerio says, sure I could stand to lose more weight, yes I could aim for more defined abs, I’m aware of that. But loving and accepting who you are is important too, more so than what the time reads after you cross the finish line.

A1A Fort Lauderdale Half Marathon

“I love my body. And I’ve learned that the more I love my body, the more I love myself; the happier I am, the more healthy I am. Whether that’s in physical health or emotional health or mental health…I’m a better person.”

Think about that.

Filed Under: Body Love, Health, Running

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