Hello friends! Like Bryson Tiller, I’m back and I’m (hopefully) better. Since we last chatted: school is back, JHB is out, CPT is in, stress is also back in, and there was a weave that didn’t get to see this blog at all (oops). I also took my plan about 2016 as written here more seriously – I have a budget that can make the Excel Gods cry, I’ve said “no” a lot, I’ve only missed one lecture (it was Friday at 3pm, give me a break), I’ve written a bit more for some upcoming posts and I’m working with more creatives! Most notably, the amazing Samsung Social Media Star, Sibu Mpanza, who’s been taking lovely pictures of me recently!
But one plan that didn’t really make that post and something I’ve been thinking a lot more about lately is my road to body positivity. Sometimes it shocks people that bloggers can be insecure because, I mean, there’s a whole website just dedicated to me – but truly, my body is one of my biggest insecurities. I’ve always been taller than most and my body didn’t get the memo to subscribe to either the ‘traditional’ female shape or the ‘model’ shape, so I’ve always been somewhere in the middle and it’s something that I’ve been cognisant of my whole life.
Don’t get me wrong – I still have thin privilege, but that doesn’t mean I’m happy with everything, and I think I’m finally coming to a place where I can make peace with what and where my body is at the moment, and it’s truly such a beautiful thing. I’ve given puberty a good seven years and I’ve come to the conclusion that this is most probably it, lol. I won’t have bigger boobs, or wider hips, or a smaller waist, and my shoulders won’t magically narrow and my boep seems to be a constant fixture, so I might as well get used to it, because this body is mine and it really should belong to me.
Obviously these are things that consciously or not, I will always try to fix (I promised myself I’ll join the gym this year), but I don’t want to be killing myself over something that is not meant to be. I am who I am for a reason and I need to start taking pride in that. My body does what it’s supposed to do, and I really should be a whole lot nicer to it. I will not look Amber Rose or Jourdan Dunn or even Kylie Jenner, but I will look like Foyin Ogunrombi and that’s pretty great too.
So this is not some half-assed alter call for every woman to suddenly just love everything about themselves because let’s be real, that won’t happen. But this is a request to cut yourself some slack. Have goals and work towards them, but also enjoy yourself as you are. You don’t have to make yourself look like someone else because it’s trending, but just look like your best you. And that is enough. You are more than enough. You don’t even know how enough you are.
Now, to side track and talk about my outfit: I don’t particularly wear colour, but when I do, it’s either denim (blue) or red. I don’t even really like red but red seems to like me, lol. Also a shoutout to my old reliable red tote, that you’ve seen 13907245 times, and will see 454697 more times 🙂 My skirt was made for my mom’s 50th in January and it surprisingly still fits! Those are the woes of tailored clothing.