I'm 26 years old, 5'9" and 158 pounds (give or take, it's been a while since I've been on a scale) and my jeans are a size 10.
Most days I try to embrace these features, I applaud these features, it's who I am, a healthy young woman. A woman with curves and boobs and an ass. But then there are other days, other days when a size 10 doesn't feel so good or even healthy and when my weight seems to have migrated only to my stomach and my jeans feel a little snug. Those are the days I dread, those are the days when I say I'm going to start working out again and stop eating so much cheese and drinking so much wine. And it's always on those days where I see an article like this to make me feel like a size 10 isn't normal after all, it's rather "plus size."
Lately I've been having some of the other days. But I can't complain about it or whine because all I have to do is wake up early, work out on the Wii or go walking with my mom after work and maybe cut back on the crap food and I'd be okay again, I'd feel like I did six months. It's the other days that remind me I have to be the one to change myself, to be the Loser to embrace the Me-Over and get serious.
So here's to hoping to more of the every days and not the other days and making an effort to love the woman I am.
*no idea why I picked this title but I wrote it and it stuck.