Strangely Shaped Girl Awakens

Here's the deal: I have never been supermodel material.

I look at women who spend their days on the catwalks and my mind boggles. No amount of proper eating, exercise or metabolism-enhancing pills will ever give me their physique. And being so bombared with adverts and images telling me I'm TOO FAT and I need to LOSE WEIGHT FAST puts me into sensory overload.

I can't be all bad, because I've had boyfriends, and people tell me I'm pretty quite frequently. But I don't feel attractive, and I haven't for as long as I can remember. I have never been, in my estimation, a pretty girl.

But why the fuck am I so hard on myself? Why are we all so hard on ourselves? When did life become a constant obsession with dieting, instead of something to be lived and loved and enjoyed? When did Atkins become more important than God?

I recently met a man on the Internet, and he's really wonderful. I'm so enjoying getting to know him that we're slated to meet in person in early Autumn. Already I'm worrying--will I compare to other women he's been with? Will he be disappointed? Mind you I went through all of these worries with my ex boyfriends, and it was all for naught. They still took me to bed (where I work magic, because nothing makes me feel better about myself than pleasing my mate), and in some cases, took me into their hearts.

I decided to start this blog because I'm tired of being holed up in this prison of poor self-image, which in turn just fuels the fire of depression (which seems to come and go cyclically). I've asked some friends to come on board and join the "Strangely Shaped Girl" team to post their thoughts too, so that together we can all start to reform our bodies, minds, and spirits, one post at a time.