Exactly How I Learned To Accept My Body After Years Of Struggling With Body Dysmorphia

I recently admitted to myself that I have body dysmorphia, a disorder where you can’t stop negatively obsessing over a minor or imagined flaw(s) in your appearance.

The negativity I feel towards my body started when I was six years old. At that age, I began spending the majority of my time in a tight black leotard in a room surrounded by mirrors comparing myself to the other girls in dance class. Because of my newfound self-consciousness, I would spend hours looking in the mirror when I wasn’t at dance, turning to the side, and sucking in my stomach to see what I could look like if I was smaller AKA if I looked like the other girls.



In high school, I ended up leaving dance to pursue cheerleading. There were no mirrors at cheerleading practice and I loved being able to dance without the constant worry of what I physically looked like next to everyone else.

However, even though I felt free on the cheer mat, I still felt self-conscious in my uniform. I gained a significant amount of weight in high school after being introduced to beer and vodka, and because I wasn’t tiny like the majority of the girls on my team, I immediately felt like the heaviest person on earth.

When I went off to college, I vowed to reinvent myself, so I got in shape and lost thirty pounds. But even though the scale said I was smaller, I didn’t feel smaller. In fact, I felt the same as I did when I was heavier.

I spent 99 percent of my time comparing myself to other people and wondering how they thought I looked. Did they think my thighs were too big? Could they see an extra chin when I smiled? Did they think my arms were too flabby?

Soon enough, my happiness became based on how many likes my Facebook profile picture got and how many compliments I received while out. I was in need of constant validation that I looked okay, and it was getting annoying not only to my friends, but to me as well. I wanted to be okay with the way I looked. I wanted to stop obsessing over the scale and practicing unhealthy eating habits to avoid gaining weight, but I couldn’t. All I could see was the girl who was 30 pounds heavier than me and all I wanted was to be smaller.

Years later, I am still having trouble seeing what I really look like in the mirror, but thanks to this one sentence – “All that matters is that you feel comfortable” – I’ve come to terms with the fact that I think I’m bigger than I am.

After hearing friends, family, and my boyfriend say this to me numerous times after asking how I look in dresses, bathing suits, and pictures, I recently realized that I had never really felt comfortable with my body. Never once from the time I was a nervous six year old in dance class, to when I was a 27-year-old adult who bought clothes that were way too big because I still saw the 17-year-old who was thirty pounds heavier in the mirror.

Upon realizing this, I started listening to people when they would tell me my clothes were too big on me. I convinced myself to try on clothes in smaller sizes, and found out I had been buying shirts and dresses two sizes too big for years. But of course the clothes were too big — I had never changed my clothing size, even after I lost weight.

Now, I’m focusing on changing my relationship with the mirror. I want to be able to look at myself without obsessively searching for what’s wrong and berating myself for having big thighs. I want to wear a bikini without breaking out in nervous hives. I want to show off my muscles and be proud for all I have worked for.

I don’t want to change the way I look (although I’m pretty sure I will always be striving to lose 3 to 10 pounds, so that’s a lie). I want to change the way I feel.

I know that the more comfortable I feel with my body, the better I will think I look, and the better I will actually look to other people. Confidence is the most attractive quality one can have after all.

Sometimes I fear that I don’t actually have body dysmorphia and that my flaws actually do exist (in other words, I really hate my thighs). But then I remind myself that of course my flaws exist. Without flaws, I wouldn’t be human. Without imperfections, there would be nothing to love about me. No one is perfect. But if I can be comfortable with my imperfections, which I’m starting to be, that’s all that matters.


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Samantha Matt

Hi I’m Sam. I made this website in 2011 and it’s still going. I like pizza, French fries, barre class, spinning, more pizza, more French fries, and clothes. I have a serious shopping problem. Writing is fun. Follow me on the twitter - @samanthamatt1.

  1. You weren’t the only one in dance class doing that! I think I was the chubbiest in the classes we took at TDS and I was always envious of the skinny muthers. Now that I look back on it I wonder why I wasted so much time worried about being like other people haha.

  2. Wow….I hardly ever hear about dysmorphia outside of trans spaces, so I forget that anyone can fall victim to this agonizing mindset.

    As a non-binary individual, I struggle with having breasts. I’m actually thinking about saving up money so I can get a breast reduction, since insurance in my state doesn’t cover operations for trans people or trans-related issues.

    I’m really not sure what else I can do to ease this dysmorphia of mine.

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