I remember sitting at our neighborhood pool in my late
thirties, early forties thinking this is “the BEST” age to be a woman. As I looked around at all the women at the
pool, my eyes were drawn first to young teenagers with perfect bodies. They were busy fixing their swimsuits just so
wondering if they were too fat, too skinny, too pale, or whatever else teens
think their bodies are “too ________”. I
knew they would one day look back at their teen pictures and be amazed at how
beautiful they were even if they couldn’t see it now. Then I noticed the women
my age. They walked confidently in their
swimsuits chasing after kids aware that they had stretch marks, cellulite, and bits
of chubbiness here and there. Somehow
they seemed confident in their bodies knowing that they had changed physically,
mentally, and emotionally due to childbirth, jobs, and the aging process. As I
lounged on my chair, I too felt confident in my body. It wasn’t perfect, but it held up well despite
rheumatoid arthritis taking a stab at it each and every day. I was eating well,
exercising when I could and it had paid off. I was satisfied, maybe even a
little proud of the body I had.
Then came new medications and the beginning stages of
menopause. Almost immediately after
starting Enbrel, I got my physical life back in addition to 15 extra
pounds. Feeling good, I added on hours
to my work schedule which also increased my time sitting. Over the last five years or so, I have put on
another 10 pounds. I wish I could say I
am okay with it, but I am not. I have become that person that cringes when I
see photos of myself. When I look at
myself in the mirror, I see a strong woman who has raised two beautiful
children, been a good wife of 28 years, a patient/loving teacher, and struggled
with rheumatoid arthritis for 12 years.
I don’t see the fat until I see a photo of myself or a pair of “big”
pants become too tight.
From what I have read, I am not alone in body image issues
when transitioning into menopause. Many
women experience extra fat, especially in the stomach, as they make the change.
I wish knowing that I wasn’t alone made
me feel better, but it doesn’t. Some
days I feel six months pregnant with engorged breasts (yes, those have grown
too). When I was thirty years old, that was exciting. At 48, it isn’t. I don’t know what the answer is. Some days I
work really hard to focus on everything that is beautiful about my physical
body and find some success. Other days,
I feel hopeless. Why even try? It doesn’t seem to matter what I eat or how much
I move. But, I don’t want to look at
photos with my family and see only my size, I have too many of those where I can
see the pain I felt from RA that day. I want our photos to represent the fun,
pride, excitement of the day. I wish I knew the answer.
Help! How do you deal with body image?
Yeah, well I no longer let people take my picture. :-) And while I look pretty good for someone >60 and I just hit my 25 pound weight loss mark, seeing pictures of myself evokes such a feeling of loss of the time when I was younger, skinner, prettier and with my life ahead of me. I'm content with where I am in life -- which has been richly blessed. It's just those dang pictures remind me where I used to be.
ReplyDelete