Anonymous / 03.25.15
I hit puberty early, when I was in fourth grade. I grew six inches in one year, had breasts, underarm hair, leg hair, and my period before most of my classmates (playmates) knew what any of those things were. I was ashamed of myself from a young age, began to hate my body, including my shape, my skin, my hair, and my femininity. I wore baggy clothing and tried as hard as I could to hide myself by being recluse and wearing heavy layers. I began to self-mutilate in middle school and continued through high school for many reasons, one of them being a distain for my skin, shape, and body. All I wanted was to be small, but I felt enormously huge. My self-mutilation changed forms and I struggled with an eating disorder from senior year of high school through my mid twenties.
Today, I am empowered. I love my skin, and I view my body as both a miracle and a gift. I am comfortable being nude and being in this skin, and am so proud to be a woman. It has been a long and hard road to get to this point, but I am dedicated to self-care and self-honoring, and dedicate a lot of time and energy to taking care of myself. I know that my body is my temple and vehicle for this time I have on earth and do whatever I can to keep it feeling good and running smoothly. I am infinitely grateful for my body and also for the process that I have gone through to heal and reach this point.
I have facilitated groups for women struggling with eating disorders and body image issues, and would be happy to contribute to your project however you need. I am an advocate for women who are empowered to love themselves and set their own standards of beauty and comfort with themselves. I'd be honored to join you in a similar goal.