Comparing yourself to yourself is the worst idea ever
Whilst comparing yourself to others is obviously a bad idea, comparing yourself to yourself is even worse. As soon as I had put on a considerable amount of weight, I wiled away far too much of my time looking at old, skinnier pictures of myself. “Why didn’t I appreciate the lack of sidtes rolls then?” I wailed, missing the days of only having one double chin instead of two. Do. Not. Do. This. It will only make you feel terrible, and it takes your body out of any kind of context. When I was my thinnest I was working as a waitress, moving around non-stop for up to 12 hours a day and only eating toast and snatched bread rolls (hey wedding guest, if you don’t want it, I’ll have it). Now I sit down all day, either blogging or working or writing my dissertation, and out of boredom I eat all the freakin’ time. Content is important for putting your weight into perspective, as well as highlighting what you may need to change in order to drop it off again (i.e. I need to stop eating Easter eggs for breakfast).
Wear cute shit
Don’t let weight gain stop you from wearing cute shit. I know whenever I’m feeling chubbier, all I want to do is put on an oversized sweatshirt and a pair of pyjamas, but when you do dress up and get your hair did and your make-up is on point, you don’t feel so bad. When I first put this trouser/knitwear combo on I lost the plot and went on a 5 minute rant of ‘No I look shit it looks good on the hanger and awful on me who am I what’s happening I’m never wearing clothes again I’m moving to the Shetland Isles and I’m living in a potato sack goodbye cruel world Adieu’. But once I popped on a pair of killer heels, mixed up the textures and made my hair look cute af, I felt myself again. Keep wearing cute shit, and remember that you’re sassy af and filling out your spare tyre isn’t going to change that.