Rishire Writes

Nowadays I feel like there’s a debate as to whether or not we should accept our bodies. It’s not like a real debate or a debate debate, but it’s something I think about a lot, so I’m going to make you think about it now! This time last year I had a personal trainer and a gym membership that I took (some) advantage of. This year? Can’t really remember the last time I stepped into a gym. That’s not to say I’ve gained tons of weight and need to be wheeled everywhere. Surprisingly I haven’t really gained any weight…might’ve lost weight….must be all the food I’m eating. Anyway, ever since I stopped going to the gym, I’ve felt a mixture of relief and worry. Thank goodness I no longer do crunches or scissor my legs on an elliptical! Am I going to balloon and no longer fit in my clothes soon?! Thoughts like that have crossed my mind on and off for the past forever years. Despite the consistency of the battle between happiness and health, which are sometimes mutually exclusive (for some people), I feel like it’s now, this summer, that pop culture has come together to laud self love in relation to size. I also feel like pop culture still highlights that unattainable thin-ness that kind of negates all that. So why don’t you just ruminate whilst I illuminate the meaning of this post (RIP Robin Williams): Obviously there’s a difference between being fit and being healthy, but people often don’t see that when it comes to weight. Some healthy people can be “big”, while some unhealthy people can be skinny. I’m not talking from medical research or anything based in facts, because I don’t deal with those things (ew facts!), but from my experience as an American female, being thin kind of outweighs being healthy. If anyone is like me (everyone probably is; let’s be real), then they’d rather loss weight the easy way, which often isn’t the health way. I would give (almost) anything to not have to look at a gym and still lose buckets of weight. Hasn’t worked yet, so I doubt it ever will, but a girl can dream! With that being said, I don’t think it’s that much of a thing to be skinny. Sure, it’s a thing, but it’s not a thing, know what I mean? I feel like this post is losing steam and focus….there’s nothing I can do about that now, so let me end with this – being thin is all good and attractive, but isn’t being happy the most important thing in the world? Last time I checked, I never cracked a smile in a gym. I did break a sweat and shed some tears, though. No thank you.