I was 'body-bullied' at every size

Last updated 10:30 09/12/2013
Jess Rush and the reason she's finally happy with herself.

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I used to be skinny. I mean, stick legs and jutting bones skinny. If I'd been a couple of inches taller maybe I could have been a model.

And sure enough, I used to be bullied about my weight. I shouldn't starve myself, I look anorexic, did I have bulimia (when they saw me eat), why did I think I looked good when I was just gross, and so on.

For a long time, I hated the way I looked, clearly I was ugly and why couldn't I look the way I should?

When I was in my late teens, I finally put on weight. Not much mind you, but just enough. Finally I was the perfect hourglass figure. I still had thin legs and arms, but hips, boobs and a butt made up for it. Or so I thought.

The bullying still came. I must have had surgery, clearly I'd had a boob job but starved myself, I was up myself for being happy with my body, etc.

Finally, at 22, I fell pregnant with my gorgeous 2-year-old boy, and after he was born I never lost all the weight. I'm now maybe 5kg overweight, with almost all of it in my mid section, so I still get asked if I'm pregnant a fair bit.

And, surprise surprise, I still get body-bullied. How can I be such a bad role model for my son? Maybe I should try exercise or a diet? It's disgusting that I'm too lazy to lose the weight.

I have finally learnt to live with myself and my body, and become (mostly) happy in my skin, but other people might not be so lucky.

I was bullied no matter what size or shape I was, and it's time to stop. If you keep telling that girl she's too skinny, maybe she might not being able to live with herself anymore. And the woman you call fat, how do you know she isn't naturally that way?

It's time to grow up and stop judging others for their size. Enough congratulating one size by putting down another. Enough of claiming one shape is the way everyone could look, and then assuming people must have cheated to be that shape.

Enough hurting people for their size just because we can.

It's time to make a change New Zealand, we'd had enough of the weight hypocrisy.

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