A major health crisis such as cancer can bring a renewed appreciation and respect for our amazing bodies. I’d always kind of hated on my body because it’d never go as thin as I wanted it to, no matter what I did.
It wasn’t until I got skinny because I had cancer I realised being healthy and being skinny were two completely different things.
I’d treated my body abysmally, both physically through poor nutrition and lack of exercise, and though just generally despising it because it wasn’t perfect, or size 10, or like the bodies of women the media said were beautiful.
It was after I recovered from stage 3B Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma, three months of chemo and two of radio I realised my body had put up with everything I’d ever done to it, as well as given birth to four children, plus had various things scooped out of it and healed itself from illnesses, as well as recovered from a terrible disease and the treatment for that disease, and survived. It was changed, it was a little ragged around the edges and it still didn’t look like those “ideal” bodies, but my body was clearly a hero, and I wasn’t giving it the kudos it deserved.
So I changed not just my attitude to nutrition and exercise, but also my attitude towards my body. I’m grateful to it. It’s done a brave, marvellous thing and come out pretty well.
How much differently would we treat our sweet, darling bodies if we always saw them as the true heroes they are?
Tell me – has your view of your body changed, and what happened to facilitate that?