Body Positivity and Body Acceptance: Is There Really a Difference?
Today I want to talk about body
positivity and body acceptance.
Prior
to writing this post, I was adamant that there was a distinct difference
between the two. I was a proponent for body acceptance, not body positivity.
I
mean, realistically, how am I supposed to be positive about my body 24/7 365?
Unabating body positivity sounds exhausting. Aren’t I allowed some days to simply
accept my body the way it is, rather than love it unconditionally?
Because,
as controversial or perhaps problematic as it may sound, I do not always love my
body. Some days I wake up and I am not happy with it at all. Some days I legitimately
feel like I look like a potato. On those days, I still try my best to accept my
body for what it is, and I am grateful for what it can do, but I do not necessarily
feel positively about it.
Also,
if my bad body image days are not a setback in my recovery, isn’t that still a
win?
Upon
doing more research on the body positivity movement, I learned that body
positivity is an umbrella term for both body love and body acceptance. After
absorbing this new information, I shifted my stance to being a proponent for
body positivity; however, I still had trouble marrying the idea of body
acceptance with body love. The two seemed too different, almost like opposing
sides of one binary.
When
I first began recovering from my eating disorder, I thought of recovery as a
strict binary; either you recovered and started radically loving your body or
you remained stuck in your eating disorder and continued hating your body. Very
black and white, all or nothing thinking. When I thought about recovery with
this attitude, recovery felt impossible. At the time, I could not fathom a
reality where I unconditionally loved my body, and therefore I could not
imagine myself ever fully recovered.
My clinician at Walden’s partial
hospitalization program challenged my all or nothing attitude towards recovery.
(*Disclaimer* It is not uncommon that people with eating disorders or
disordered eating have an all or nothing attitude. Part of recovery is actively
questioning and dismantling this attitude.)
During
one of my routine check-ins, my clinician asked how following my meal plan was
going. I told her that although I was following my meal plan, I had to
tell myself that I was going to do an extra work out later to burn off the
extra calories. (I felt that my meal plan was dense compared to my prior
diet.) But I also felt like this thinking was wrong- that I was doing recovery
wrong.
She responded by asking me if I was
working out afterwards or if this thought process was simply how I justified following
my meal plan. I told her no, despite this thinking, I was not doing an extra
workout to compensate for the extra calories. Still unclear if I was “doing
recovery right,” I asked her if lying to myself was sustainable. Tricking
myself in eating a healthy amount of food did not exactly scream “stable mental
health.”
My clinician then explained to me
that if I had to do some mental gymnastics to follow my meal plan in the
beginning of recovery, it was okay. In the end, it was not so much that I was tricking
myself, but that I was tricking my eating disorder.
She
promised that if I were patient and stayed consistent with my meal plan, I would
one day no longer need to do mental gymnastics to get myself to eat.
I
will not lie, at the time, I was very skeptical of this.
Despite
my skepticism, I continued to “trick” my eating disorder into feeding me.
And
my clinician was right; as the months and years went on, I found myself no
longer needing to trick my eating disorder. Eating enough felt more and more comfortable
all on its own.
I
am now at the point in my recovery where I am even eating intuitively. My
eating disorder no longer dictates my day. (I am not going to lie, my eating
disorder voice still talks to me sometimes; however, I have learned that I can
tell it to f*** off.)
So,
what does me struggling to follow my meal plan have to do with body positivity
and acceptance?
Well,
first off, I learned from my clinician that I did not need to recover
perfectly. Recovery itself is not perfect, not in the slightest. It was
okay if I had non-sustainable coping mechanisms to get through my meal plan in
the beginning, because it was the practice that counted.
Second
off, I had to accept my body changing throughout my recovery to continue
recovery. And for the first few months of recovery, I faked acceptance. I did
not believe that I was accepting my body, however, my actions were proving
otherwise; me not engaging in eating disorder behaviors suggested that yes, I was
accepting my body.
I
did not have to like or even love my body, I just needed to practice not hating
it.
As
I became accustomed to accepting my body, I found that I was beginning to love
my body. I just had to accept it first. I could not go from hating it to loving
it. Acceptance was my steppingstone.
Even
now, when I have a string of bad days of just accepting my body, I know there
will be more days to come of loving my body. It is all about patience and,
honestly, faking it until you make it.
I
used to think positive affirmations were silly. However, there is power in
language. There is power in the words you tell yourself, even if you do not initially
believe them. I would not be where I am in my recovery without positive self-talk.
Sometimes my positive self-talk is just barely keeping me from hating my body;
but it is still positive, and it works.
I
now believe that body acceptance and positivity are not that far off from each
other. After writing this post, I have discovered that the two work together
intimately.
You
do not have to love your body, but you do have to accept it. It is your home;
you can always grow to love it.
Be
kind to yourself today.
With
love,
Emily
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