My wedding day. Those hips and jugs ROCKED.
Looking back it’s amazing how much my weight has fluctuated through the years, and more importantly how little I have cared about it.
Up until the age of 21 I was a super skinny size 6, too skinny really as I was so relieved to put a little skin on my bones as my metabolism slowed down in my early twenties. The weight crept on as I moved to London and ate lots of delicious Vietnamese food (and too many Jacket Potatoes than is probably healthy) and I was the heaviest I’ve ever been at my wedding: a size 14 and over 12 stone. I was completely happy with myself and my weight at the time, particularly happy with the amazing jugs it gave me, but it was when I noticed I was wearing baggier clothes and covering myself up more that I decided to become healthier.
You know how much I’m into my food and I would never compromise my love of eating for any faddy diet, but I did make some tweaks and changes in how healthy I was. A lot more fruit, a lot less carbs and a little less beer went a long way and I lost 2 and a half stone in six months. And then I got pregnant and put it all back on again.
Weirdly, I lost my pregnancy weight super quickly after I gave birth to Hux without even trying. I credit a few things for this, mostly breastfeeding but also all the chasing round after Elfie that I do and her love of “WALK, mummy!”. I’m happy now at a size 10, but no more happy than I was at a size 12. I’m happy that I am healthy and able to enjoy food.
(Sidenote: I don’t like chocolate. I know this probably somehow goes against evolution and I don’t understand it either).
What I am not happy about is the current media-bashing of Lady Gaga. Reportedly she has put on 25lbs and this is a Very Big Deal to such people as the Daily Mail. It’s something I probably wouldn’t have considered before I had a daughter, but now I have her state of mind to worry about I do not want her growing up with the idea that it’s not OK to be curvy. For me this is as bad as high-fashion media using size 0 models as the epitome of perfect. I love to see curvier celebrities such as Christina Hendricks, Robyn Lawley and the Kardashians in the press being hailed as the gorgeous women they really are. They are much healthier role models for our daughters than our generation’s Kate Moss, so Lady Gaga: I salute you for being so proud of who you are at any weight (so proud that she posted photos of herself in her underwear on her blog). I think you look freaking awesome.
I have to also stick two thumbs up here to my pal Naomi Shimada who was a long time model before she got sick of having to sacrifice her happiness for some warped idea of the fashion industry’s definition of beauty. She’s now a super successful plus-size model, working for greats such as ASOS, Simply Be and I-D Magazine. That’s the sort of role model I want Elfie to have.
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