I was on a diet ever since I can remember. My weight has always been an issue, and I’ve been fighting it forever.
I remember one school term where my mum, my sister and I went on a diet for the whole two weeks. The Scarsdale diet.
At the end of the two weeks, one of my classmate knocked at my door. When I opened, she gasped: “oh I didn’t recognise you, I thought it was your sister!” What a great feeling!
After one month, I’d obviously put the weight back on.
And the diet cycle would start again. I lose, I gain. And I sadly still haven’t managed to break it.
Today, I came across a blog, in which I recognised a lot of situations. This lady started dieting aged 12, hated her body. Many years after, there she is: she’s learned self-acceptance. Very inspiring.
Read her blog here.