What Body Image Means to Meredith of oh, that Meredith

I looked at my blurry self in the mirror today, fogged up with steam, and then stepped on the scale, squinting to read its numbers. Lord knows where I set those glasses down.

I discovered if I leaned to the right, I weighed two pounds less than when I leaned to the left and three pounds less than I did standing up straight.

My first thought was, “I’ll be leaning to the right more often.”

My second thought was, “I need to lose a small first-grader from my middle.”

Ok, maybe a kindergartener.

Which led immediately to self-chastisement for initially, if humorously, chastising myself to start with, an unending spiral we all know too well, no matter which way we lean on the scale.

I know I’m nowhere near the only one who hates her body, who’s hated her body, who expects, unfortunately, to spend more time than she should hating her body in the future.

And while I haven’t used this body to create more, to build a family – yet – I have many plans for it. Plans that don’t include hating what I see.

Sure, I’ll lapse. I’ll cry in a fitful hormone storm; I’ll scream at a stupid zipper; I’ll whine at the pain and effort it takes to keep this body happy, to get it healthier, to please myself.

Hell, I cry, scream and whine on a daily basis. This won’t take much effort.

And I’ll lean on the internet – here – to make it better.

Meredith, the blogger behind oh, that meredith, is far too intimidated by the prospect of writing her own bio — and, frankly, can’t be bothered to write it when she can convince someone else to do it for her — so, in the words of @DysFuncJunc, “Meredith is rollickingly hysterical and likes to make the foods, writes really funny tweets when she’s stoned on painkillers, has purty eyebrows and I’m totally jealous.” She thanks the @BBC2011 for giving her the opportunity to pose naked on fake fur in front of a rolling fire.

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