My Sophomore Woes: From ABCs to Double Ds

I’m sure your mother, like mine, always warned you that your reckless eating habits and bacon binges would catch up to you and of course you didn’t believe her, but I ended my sophomore year with a 3.87 GPA, an extra 10 pounds, and graduated from a 36 C to a 34DD.

Oh, have the mighty fallen…

I’ve always managed to keep a skinny figure. All throughout middle school and high school I was active so my metabolism was as fast as Usain Bolt during the 100 meter dash at the Beijing Summer Olympics in 2008. I’ve been accustomed to eating whatever the hell I want whenever the hell I wanted. I never had to worry about what a double bacon cheeseburger from McDonalds was going to do to my waistline, I’ve never counted carbs or calories, and the only greens I like feed my addiction to online shopping.

As my mother predicted I finally hit that wall. I stopped playing sports because of an injury I suffered during track a few months prior to starting my freshman year of college, I started birth control, and the local Chinese food restaurant near my school sells $5 dinner plates and closed at 3 a.m. on the weekends. For me crop top season is year round (yes I still went out in one during a blizzard on my 18th birthday) and I omit wearing bras every chance I get. Before it was as simple as slapping on a bandaid and thanking my three favorite men (the son, the father, and the holy spirit) for my youth and perkiness because sticky bras are inhumane. In fact bras in general are inhumane (#FreeTheNipple). I don’t think I’m gonna be able to get away with either anymore, but I’m sure as hell gonna try.

I’m sure many of you are realizing that you need to make some changes in your life as you enter your twenties in regard to your health, but that doesn’t mean that you should become a gym rat and stop eating absurd amounts of pork butt or whatever it is you fancy. I’m happy with my body and I embrace all my jiggly parts, as should you. I’m not upset about gaining 10 pounds because to be honest I needed it, but ultimately my fear is that if I can’t find a way to control what’s happening to my body ten pounds will become twenty, or forty pounds. I’ve realized that I’m growing up and I’m still evolving into that woman I’m destined to become. Sure I wasn’t expecting that woman to have such a rack and ass but I can’t say that I’m not pleased. A size 2 or 4 physique may not realistic for me anymore and that’s okay. As women we should all embrace our many different shapes and sizes regardless of whether or not were curvy and big boned of slim and toned. At the end of the day it doesn’t matter because we are all beautiful. Don’t let anyone tell you differently.

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