As a mother to my 3-year-old daughter, I have started reflecting lately on the traumas of my past. I am determined to shield her from the shame and bullying I suffered quietly.
Body shaming is, unfortunately, a haunting reality that many of us confront daily.
The neverending whispers in the school hallways and the subtle looks on the street. There is still this pressure to fit into society’s standards of beauty.
I grew up in an era when body positivity wasn’t a movement. It had always felt like I was misunderstood, struggling alone with my flaws, never fitting, and forever damaged. I had no idea about possible tools for empowerment.