Life Stories rant
Food is not the enemy.5/07/2014
I've always said this blog is not just about food. It evens says "For lovers of food and stuff" in my title. So here's...
I've always said this blog is not just about food. It evens says "For lovers of food and stuff" in my title. So here's the stuff.
Today, I feel compelled to write about something that I feel quite passionate about. Food. Okay, so I lied in the previous paragraph. But in all seriousness, I continue.
As a food blogger, I rarely, if ever, come across the words "I'm watching my weight". Despite all the pictures of cakes and ice cream, all the food bloggers I've met are healthy, lovely women and men, who enjoy food, even the naughty stuff, but balance it out with a pretty healthy lifestyle. A lot of them are active, and pursue running, (that seems to be the big thing, running) or go to the gym. Most of the foodie instagrams I follow regularly have pictures of yoga on the beach (Jealous? Moi?), going for amazing looking walks or of them completing marathons.
I don't see indulgent people who overeat. I see healthy people who seem to have their shit together.
I never feel out of place. I feel like my love of food doesn't have to get in the way of a healthy lifestyle. I feel like it enriches it.
These words: Fat. Gross. Pig. DISGUSTING. I never hear them. At least not in the circles I'm in. I like to think it's a fairly happy little community. We'll joke about the 'food blogger pounds' but at the end of the day, I like to think myself and every blogger I've ever read, has a pretty healthy relationship with food. We just really REALLY like to share that passion with others. By talking about it alot.
Today, I was sent a facebook message, with a link to a Daily mail article about a surgery trials for "a miracle surgery" to stop sagging boobs. BY SCREWING AN INTERNAL BRA TO YOUR RIBS. Read that again. SCREW. RIBS. INTERNAL. Ugh, it sounds like something out of a horror film. What made me sad was that someone had commented "Wish I had £6,000" on it. If you feel like having a read, it's here.
It was like learning to love their body was more painful that screwing some cups to their ribs. What world is it that not having a media perfect pair of knockers means you have to have painful surgery to 'correct' it. I mean don't get me wrong, I can understand the need for plastic surgery. Some people are in serious pain and need things altering, and some people need plastic surgery to live. I'm not saying it's bad and I'm not knocking it. But it's not just aimed at those people is it? My friend put it perfectly. It's to make you feel like you lack something, so you will buy it to feel 'normal'. He was actually a lot more eloquent than that, but nevermind.
It's something I've had a personal experience with. Body shame. I've been 'unhealthily overweight'. I used to live on junk food, and hate any form of exercise. I treated my body like crap. But I was inspired to be healthy by learning to cook. I really liked the way I felt on good food and exercise. Losing weight in the end just felt like an added bonus compared the way I felt inside.
By ditching the junk I wasn't turning my back on food, or starving myself. It's just if I had that stuff, I didn't feel good anymore. I felt like I was wasting my time. I was pretty sure I could make my own indulgences and enjoy them a lot more.
But back in the day that body shame really affected my relationship with food. I thought that starving myself was the answer, Food was the enemy.
Too many of my amazing friends feel they aren't good enough to enjoy life because they don't apply to certain standards. It utterly and completely breaks my heart. Because I've felt that pain too.
I'm lucky that I'm surrounded by no-nonsense strong minded women, who taught me that my worth is more than how I look. That I can be so much more. When I started to hate my body, all the harmful, provoking things were removed from my household, all the 'womens mags' of photoshopped women in teeny bikinis weren't in my view. Instead I was given books, I was told to pursue my love of cooking. I was encouraged to exercise for my health. The best advice I was given is that looking pretty isn't a skill I should focus all of my energy on. Be healthy and treat yourself right. Those are things I was told mattered.
"Make food fun and healthy. Don't make it a punishment." These are all things that were drilled into me until it started to become a constant cheer in the back of my mind.
Let's get this straight. I'm short. Like seriously short. I was not born to be a catwalk model. I'm told that to feel good, I have to eat yoghurts, dance around on a beach during a sunset, take tablets that could make me crap myself and I am apparently chained to my addictions of cakes and muffins. I'm told to turn my nose up at food, to not eat as much of it, or to eat this, and that and to diet until my hair falls out or the life is sucked out of me.
If I were to believe all this toss being thrown at me every day, I should be depressed, ashamed and have no life, It's suggested that I should be shut up in my room, dreaming of becoming like the photoshopped mecca we're told to strive towards.
But I'm not. I lead an awesome active life, full of friends and family, full of laughter, travels and events and not full of shame. I'm perfectly happy thank you. Yes I suffer the horrible pain of feeling a bit pants about myself every once in a while, but then I take a step back and I OWN IT. Cause I don't have to feel that way.
No one has to feel that way. Food isn't the enemy. Real food is awesome and can really ameliorate your life. Learning about it really helped me.
So if you're reading this, and maybe you've felt bad about yourself today for some reason, maybe you skipped a meal because you're feeling a bit bloated and skanky. Maybe this makes you feel like you aren't worth anything. Take it from someone who has felt that way.
You always have worth. Always...
RANT OVER. I'm back this week with some pretty banging recipes, so stay tuned!
I really recommend reading the articles over at Beauty redefined. They are brilliant and inspiring.