VENTRE PLAT : la PHOTO qui nous FAIT du BIEN
Megan Jane Crabbe, bloggueuse de 23 ans, oeuvre pour que les femmes arrivent à s'accepter telles qu'elles sont.
Et elle a posté une photo particulièrement parlante sur son compte Instagram lundi 26 décembre.
Elle voulait ainsi rappeler à tout le monde que notre estomac est fait pour grossir et rapetisser et qu'il est parfaitement normal d'avoir un bidon rebondi après avoir englouti de la dinde et du foie gras !
Allez, on va reprendre un peu de saumon pour fêter ça !
TO ANYONE CURRENTLY FEELING GUILTY ABOUT THE AMOUNT OF FOOD IN THEIR STOMACH: it's okay. Tummies are supposed to grow and expand and let us experience all kinds of delicious moments. You are no less beautiful, valuable, or loveable whether you are full or empty. Treat your food baby nicely, don't pull or grab yourself, don't be rough. Be gentle, touch yourself kindly, appreciate the softness. And when the guilt creeps up, tell yourself that everything is okay, and that what you've eaten today doesn't determine one single bit of how wonderful you are. MERRY CHRISTMAS MY LOVES! 💜💙💚🌈🌞
La jeune femme est une ancienne anorexique.
Lately I've been wondering how I made it out alive. Because really, I shouldn't be here. 7 years ago I was lying in a hospital bed and my parents were being told that I might not make it through the night. 6 years ago I was binging until I was sick. 4 years ago I was working out every day until the room started spinning and everything went black. When starvation wasn't enough there were laxatives and diet pills, ANYTHING to make me smaller. Anything to make me more perfect. I don't tell you about those times in my life to leave you shocked. And I never want you to think that you have to look like the picture on the left for your struggles to be valid - you don't. Your struggles are so so valid at any size. I tell you about them hoping that you will realise one thing: that if I can go from that fragile girl, 65lbs in a hospital bed completely consumed by anorexia, to the grown, belly roll loving, body positive woman I am today, then anyone can get here. ANYONE. Including you. You can overcome. You can rise up. You can take your power back. And you can sure as hell make peace with your body. You might not see that right now, but I do. So keep going, my love. Rise. 💜💙💚🌈🌞
Elle poste régulièrement des photos d'elle pour promouvoir la bonne image qu'elle a de son corps.
I want you to promise me something - that when life knocks you down, when you stumble, when you lose, when you get hurt or scared or lost in the darkness, you won't blame the pain on your body. Promise me that you won't start thinking 'If only I was thinner/prettier/curvier/more perfect this would never have happened'. Promise me that you won't turn against the vessel that does everything it can everyday to keep you alive. To get you through the darkness. Promise me that you will be gentle with the fragile outer shell you've been given. That you won't shame it, blame it, torture it, shun it, or convince yourself that it's the root of all your problems. Promise me that you will try with everything you have to be gentle and kind to your body, and to yourself, through it all. I promise I will. 💜💙💚🌈🌞
Et n'hésite pas à dénoncer les photos retouchées.
A few clicks. That's all this took. 5 minutes on a 'Perfect Body' app to make myself the size I always wanted to be, the size that fills our TV screens and magazines, the size people die for. 5 minutes to drop 3 dress sizes, grow a few inches, shrink my waist, lift my breasts and slim my thighs. It even made my face thinner and brighter. A few clicks. I used to dream of this, pulling myself to pieces and moulding my perfect body. Now the fact that this stuff even exists makes me sick. Some people might see a harmless app, I see more lies, more manipulation, more lessons that shrinking ourselves makes us closer to 'perfect'. . . But how can a body be perfect if it isn't even real? All the parts that fit together to make you unmistakably YOU - that's perfection. All the things you think are flaws. All the pieces you wish you could change. Every inch and pound and ebb and flow of your body you've wished away - that is perfection. And you know what? They're not parts and pieces at all. You're not some lifeless thing to be taken apart. You are a living, breathing work of art. You are whole, and you are perfect, exactly as you are. 💜💙💚🌈🌞
Crédit Photo / Instagram@bodyposipanda