Cellulite is a very natural part of the female body!
Female hormones cause layers of the skin to fold differently over fatty tissue than male hormones do. This causes the majority of women to have cellulite.
Period. End of story.
Even women who are incredibly thin have cellulite on their tiny little fat deposits.
Cellulite is fact of female life… but it’s naturalness has been beaten out of us.
We have been told it’s unnatural. We have been told it’s ugly. We have been told it’s disgusting.
Corporations who want us to feel badly about ourselves and buy their products have told us time and time again that we are not worthwhile if we have cellulite.
But imagine a world where cellulite is not shameful and punishable, but instead celebrated!
Imagine a world in which women weren’t ashamed of their natural bodies, but instead proud and happy! Wouldn’t that be amazing?
I do my best to live in and to create that world around me. Want to join in? Here are the top 5 reasons I love my cellulite – and I think you might be loving your cellulite at least a little bit (more) by the end, too.
1. It gave me my clear skin, fertility, and sex drive back
I began seriously restricting my food intake back in 2009. I probably ate aroun 1000 calories a day. I also woke up at 5am to hit the gym for an hour before class, then spent another 90 minutes at the gym before going to bed.
I shed a lot of weight, fast, and I kept it off by continuing to restrict calories and exercise a lot. I was very thin. I had eight pack abs. I looked like this:
But when I looked like this, my body rebelled. My hormone levels became incredibly imbalanced. I developed PCOS (which I later figured out how to overcome, and now spend my life helping other women do the same). I developed a severe case of acne. I stopped menstruating and lost my fertility. I completely lost my libido, and in fact my desire to be romantic at all.
When I summoned the courage to re-gain weight and let some cellulite sit on my behind and thighs, my body no longer felt like it was starving. I became much healthier. My skin cleared up remarkably (you can see before and after photos in this post). My fertility came back. My menstrual cycle returned. And my romantic and sexual capabilities again skyrocketed. I became sexually ravenous.
And I will never, ever, ever give that up again.
The female body is naturally a bit fatty. Your hormone health depends upon this. Without robust hormone health, your skin, your sex drive, your fertility, and your mood may all suffer like mine did.
Cellulite has real health consequences. When you have it, you permit your body to feel as nourished and fed as it needs.
2. Without cellulite, I wouldn’t have curves
I have cellulite on the inside and outside of my upper thighs. While it might not be photoshoppy-ideal to have the cellulite, if I didn’t have this weight, I also wouldn’t have a fairly robust hourglass shape.
When I added the cellulite, I also added some weight to my hips, and some D sized weight in my chest.
There is not a single thing wrong with being a twiggy, sculpted woman. That’s a perfectly beautiful thing.
It’s simply not my version of beauty.
3. I get to eat when I am hungry!
Back when I was magazine-worthy thin, I felt hungry 1000% of the time.
During that time, I thought feeling that way was normal. I was so used to it. I had been restricting my food intake my whole life.
Nowadays, I eat when I am hungry. Sometimes I even eat when I’m not hungry, but just because I feel like it. I don’t normally stop until I get pretty full. I feel good about what I eat, and I love not being hungry any more.
Eating heartily is far more fun than a size 00 jean could ever be.
Trust me, I’d know.
4. I get a brand new kind of compliment
The way that I exist in my body has changed, and that’s cool. Yet so has the way that other people notice.
Back when I was waify thin, I got a lot of compliments from women. They said “you look so great!” all the time. Sometimes women told me they were intimidated by me, because my abs or my thigh gap or whatever were so impressive.
I thrived off of that attention – I met the standard for the way women are “supposed” to look – and women gave me the complimentary awards I convinced myself I deserved. I was on Cloud Nine. It was the most amazing feeling to “win” the game.
When I gained weight, people stopped complimenting me on my size. No one called me “tiny” anymore. No one said I looked “great.” Women pretty much stopped commenting on my appearance at all.
But men on the other hand…
Men began to compliment me a lot more.
Albeit, they were often objectifying compliments. I’ll never forget the “hey you look better from behind!” remark.
But the bottom line is that the men see something that women are often too blinded to see:
I exist healthfully in my natural body now. I am comfortable in my skin. I am fertile. I am sexual.
Men aren’t yoked to the standard image the way women are. They are more free to embrace various bodies, and to not care at all about some cellulite here or there. Not at all.
Seriously. I have a lot of data to back this up. They care not at all.
(And if they do, f’ em!)
Women could probably love and appreciate a body like mine too, if it weren’t for the fact that the womanly gender is so tragically caught up in the skinny skinny skinny mantra that magazines and corporations ram down our throats.
And again, I need to emphasize that neither body type – my thin waify body type of old or my more jiggly curvy one of today, is better than the other. But they are different, and I have settled into the body type and type of existence that is right for me.
5. I get to be the change
Ghandi said “be the change you wish to see in the world.”
A lot of factors make me love and keep my cellulite. Yet the most powerful one of all has nothing to do with me, and instead has everything to do with the people I am helping other than me.
Society tells women and girls that we need to be fat-free in order to be beautiful. It tells us that we need to be stick figures. It tells us that we need to be air-brushed. It tells us that we need to deprive ourselves of enjoyable food and nourishing calories in order to be loved.
It tells us that in order to get attention and be worthwhile, we need to prioritize our looks, and even to punish ourselves because of them.
These ideas are wrong. They are oppressive. They are responsible for depression, anxiety, self-loathing, hormone imbalances and other health conditions, hospitalizations, and even deaths for millions of women and girls every single year.
As a woman, I consider it my duty to stand up for my jiggly parts.
The world will never change unless someone makes it happen. I and every other woman who say no to norms and embraces our natural bodies – whether it has curves or fat or cellulite or scars or pimples or anything else – we are literally making a stand for social justice. We are changing the world.
One impression at a time. One girl at a time. One friend at a time. When I proudly wear my jiggly parts and still consider myself worthwhile, I subtly influence the people around me.
If I hated myself, starved myself, and tried to get rid of my cellulite, then I would be participating in the oppressive social machine.
I can’t do that.
Of all of the reasons I love my cellulite, this is the most important one:
I love my cellulite, ladies, because I love you.
Why do you love your cellulite? Or do you hate it? What do you think of MY reasons? I would love to learn from your opinions and experiences!!!