“Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels.”
You’ve heard it before, right? Over and over, women like to repeat that phrase. And it sounds good, right? It ranks right up there with, “A moment on the lips, a lifetime on the hips.” Both handy little reminders that we should never let the short-term pleasure of yumminess interfere with the long-term pleasure of skinniness.
I’ve never talked about it here, and I’m still not sure how many details I’m going to feel comfortable revealing, but I feel compelled to say this:
Healthy feels better than skinny.
I’ve been skinny. I’ve been very skinny. I’ve limited my diet to minuscule portions and transformed this typically slim-ish/kind-of-curvy body into a long, skinny, near model-like kind of thin. I’ve been 5’7″ and less than a buck ten.
I was skinny. I looked amazing by many people’s standards. I thought that felt pretty good.
I know now that it wasn’t “good” that I was feeling. It was mis-placed pride. It was a skewed value system that was partly my own fault and partly the fault of society. It was the giddiness I felt every time someone remarked on how incredible I looked. How thin I was. How I could “wear anything” and look good. Though I would have argued the point to death at the time (after all, I looked amazing, right?), I wasn’t strong. I wasn’t in “great shape.” And I most certainly wasn’t healthy.
I weigh more than thirty pounds more now than I did then. I look fine. And I feel so much better.
If you are in a place where losing a few pounds would be a healthy move, I would absolutely encourage you to make some changes. Get a little more active. Try to make healthy food choices. (And know that there is more than one “right way” to eat healthy.) It’s good to try to take care of the bodies with which we’ve been blessed.
But a tiny size doesn’t make you better.
And healthy feels better than size 3.