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I photoshopped a picture of myself once. Okay, maybe more than once.
I’m not talking about adding filters or erasing stains from my shirt. I’m talking vacuuming away parts of my stomach, arms, and even a little thigh. When I gave my husband a virtual tummy tuck, he finally forced me to check myself.
“You can’t talk about self-love and authenticity and then use photoshop!” He was horrified. And then I was, too.
I whole-heartedly believe we’re each put on this earth in our own unique bodies to express our true Selves. And through platforms such as teaching yoga, writing, and using social media, part of my job is to help people realize this. I teach the self-acceptance and body positivity—but I wasn’t always practicing it.
What the bleep was I doing erasing a few pounds with the swipe of my finger?
For the honest answer, we must take a little trip back in time.
I have been dieting since I was 9 years old. Even now, while I may no longer count calories or weigh my broccoli, I still watch every morsel I put in my mouth. I was a child of the early nineties—the era of the supermodel. Pictures of Claudia Schiffer and Cindy Crawford lined the walls of my room. My mum modeled, too (along with her many other careers), and I coveted her air-brushed headshots, just as I did every single page of Vogue.
I wish I looked like that.
Wow, she’s so beautiful.
Why am I so ugly?
These were the lyrics that played on repeat in my head. Not exactly the anthems we want for our children.
The pressure of perfection is a force so strong it …