There are so many things in the world that we may admire or even get inspired by, but there’s one main thing we may want to fall in love with before we start noticing the beauty of other things. It’s our own reflection in the mirror. Among all the numerous recipes for conjuring up self-love within ourselves, psychologists advise us to never compare ourselves to others and stop caring about other people’s opinions. Actress and producer Lena Dunham knows a lot about cultivating love for her own body despite all the criticism she faced, and she happily shares her journey with us all.
Lena Dunham doesn’t accept the term “body positivity,” and here’s why.
Actress and writer Lena Dunham has recently added another string to her bow and collaborated with the brand 11 Honoré to create a plus-size clothing collection. But the very term “plus size” frustrates Lena, and so is the term “body positivity.” In one of her Instagram posts, she explains that she feels more “body tolerant” than “body positive.”
In her interview, Dunham said, “The thing that’s complicated about the body-positive movement is it can be for the privileged few who have a body that looks the way people want to feel positive. We want curvy bodies that look like Kim Kardashian has been up-sized slightly. We want big beautiful butts and big beautiful breasts and no cellulite and faces that look like you could smack them onto thin women.”
Dunham has a very special relationship with her own body.
Dunhams path to self-love started with a decade-long journey with endometriosis. Since she started her own fight against it, she has been candidly sharing how it influenced both her emotional health and her relationship with her own body image. In her Instagram post, she emotionally described how she fluctuated between loving her body and the opposite.
She wrote, “Ya know when you’re home alone, and you realize you’d be happier in a hot lil’ onesie than your ketchup and cat food stained pajamas? And it’s not about a boy or a photo shoot or a weight loss before-and-after, it’s just for the feeling of glee you get from dressing your one and only corporeal form in pleasing fabrics, the unique pleasure of admiring the twists and turns of the body that loves the heck out of you even when you don’t love it.”
Dunham is powerfully addressing all people who come to her page with criticism.
In 2021, Dunham tied the knot with musician Luis Felber. It was such a darling event for her that she wore 3 wedding dresses to marry her love and shared the photos on her Instagram. However, she started getting some “gnarly” comments in her feed from people who commented on her body and appearance. The actress didn’t hesitate for a minute to address them with a powerful message.
She wrote, “One narrative I take issue with, largely because it’s a story I don’t want other women, other people, to get lodged in their heads, is that I should somehow be criticized because my body has changed since I was last on television. […] But lastly, when will we learn to stop equating thinness with health/happiness?”
Dunham’s powerful message can be echoed in the hearts of many.
For all people who have ever hesitated about embracing their body image, Dunham has some simple yet wise advice. She says, “Of course weight loss can be the result of positive change in habits, but guess what? So can weight gain. The pics I’m being compared to are from when I was with an undiagnosed illness. In the last 4 years, I’ve begun my life as someone who aspires toward health and not just achievement.
These changes have allowed me to be the kind of sister/friend/daughter that I want to be and yes — meet my husband (who, by the way, doesn’t recognize me in those old photos because he sees how dimmed my light was). I say this for any other person whose appearance has been changed with time, illness, or circumstance — it’s okay to live in your present body without treating it as transitional. I am, and I’m really enjoying it. Love you all.”
Do you find Lena Dunham’s example inspiring? What do you love the most about your appearance?
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I Had My Son Do a DNA Test Which Confirmed Paternity, but Then His Fiancée’s Mother Called and Left Me Totally Shocked
Let me tell you about my son, Ryan. His journey through college was pretty much like any other kid’s, filled with ups and downs, late-night study sessions, and the occasional party. It was during his senior year, though, that he dropped a bombshell on me that would change the dynamics of our family forever. Ryan told me his girlfriend, Shelly, was pregnant.
Now, Ryan’s a good kid — responsible, kind-hearted, and a bit naive when it comes to matters of the heart. So, when he shared the news, my first instinct was to ensure he wasn’t walking into a situation blindly. I suggested a DNA test, just to be sure. Ryan, bless him, took the advice in stride and got the test done. When the results confirmed he was the father, he didn’t hesitate to stand by Shelly and start dating her officially.
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The first time I met Shelly, I knew we were going to have a rough start. She confronted me about the DNA test, accusing me of thinking the worst of her. I tried to explain it was just a precaution, a standard piece of advice I’d give in any similar situation, but the damage was done. Our relationship started on the wrong foot, and despite her integration into the family, things between us never warmed up. I decided to keep my distance for the sake of peace, being civil at family events but nothing more.
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Time passed, and Ryan and Shelly’s relationship blossomed into an engagement. That’s when things took a turn for the worse. Shelly, for reasons known only to her, began slandering me to anyone who would listen. She painted me as this villain, twisting my words and actions into something sinister. It was like she was on a mission to turn my own family against me, and the sad part was, it was working. My son, caught between his mother and his future wife, felt he had to make a stand. He gave me an ultimatum: apologize to Shelly for things I never said or did, or be barred from their wedding.
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I was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Apologizing for things I hadn’t done would be admitting guilt to lies and slander, but standing my ground meant missing one of the most important days in my son’s life. In the end, I chose my integrity, refusing to apologize for offenses I hadn’t committed.
Consequently, I was uninvited from the wedding. The fallout was immediate and painful; friends and family turned their backs on me, swallowing Shelly’s stories without a second thought. It was a lonely time, filled with a lot of soul-searching and questioning where things went wrong.
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Then, two weeks before the wedding, out of the blue, I received a phone call that would throw everything into even more chaos. It was Shelly’s mother, Jen — a woman I had barely interacted with, given my strained relationship with her daughter. Her voice was anxious, laced with an urgency that immediately set off alarm bells in my head.
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“Hi. Get in the car and drive to me, it’s urgent.”
“Hey Jen. What’s that?”
And then she dropped a bombshell on me. Her words were rushed, urgent, and they carried a weight that I couldn’t immediately understand. “We need to cancel the wedding,” she said, a statement so bold and out of the blue that it momentarily took my breath away. “I found out Shelly really was lying all this time. I can’t allow your son’s life to be ruined like this.”
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My heart skipped a beat. “But how? The test showed he is the father,” I responded, my mind racing through the implications of her words.
Jen’s next question caught me off guard. “Didn’t your son say where they did the test?” I realized then that Ryan had never mentioned specifics, and a sinking feeling began to take hold. Jen revealed something that made the pieces start to fall into place in the most unsettling way.
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The paternity test — Shelly had arranged it through her father, Jen’s ex-husband, a detail that Ryan, nor I, had been privy to. Jen was convinced the results we’d been shown were fabricated.
My heart pounded as the truth began to dawn on me. Ryan had never seen the actual test results, only the conclusions as presented by Shelly’s father. The realization hit me like a freight train: we had been deceived on the most fundamental level.
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In the days that followed, the truth unraveled like a thread pulled from a sweater, undoing the fabric of lies Shelly had woven. It turned out Shelly had been dating multiple guys and got pregnant accidentally. The real father was someone with no means to provide, and somehow, Shelly decided to pin her hopes and future on Ryan, my son, exploiting our family’s financial stability.
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The fallout was devastating. Ryan was heartbroken, his trust shattered by the person he had been ready to build a life with. The wedding was called off, and the family was thrown into turmoil, trying to grapple with the deception and its implications. Shelly, faced with the exposure of her lies, chose to leave, moving in with her father, the same man who had aided her deceit.
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It was a trying time for all of us, especially for Ryan. Yet, through the storm of emotions and upheaval, there were unexpected silver linings. Jen and I, once at odds because of our children’s relationship, found common ground in our mutual concern for our kids’ well-being. We started communicating periodically, a connection forged in the fire of our shared ordeal.
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The aftermath was a period of healing and reflection. Ryan took time to mend, leaning on his family and reevaluating what he wanted for his future. It was a tough lesson in trust, love, and the complexities of relationships. But eventually, he emerged stronger, more resilient, and with a clearer understanding of himself and his values.
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In the end, life has a way of moving forward, of healing wounds and offering new paths. Ryan found peace, and our family found unity in the face of betrayal. Shelly’s departure marked the end of a tumultuous chapter, but for us, it was the beginning of something new — lessons learned, bonds strengthened, and a future filled with hope.
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Meanwhile, here’s another story about a DNA test that exposed a mother-in-law’s secret.
I Did DNA Test to Prove I Didn’t Cheat on My Husband, Exposed My MIL’s Humiliating Secret Instead
Marrying Jake was the culmination of every dream I’d ever had about love and family. At 25, I felt like the luckiest woman alive, stepping into a future that seemed as bright and promising as the man standing beside me at the altar. Our life together was everything I’d hoped for, a perfect blend of love, laughter, and shared dreams. Yet, amidst this idyllic existence, there lingered a shadow, a detail so significant it threatened the very fabric of our happiness.
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Two months ago, we welcomed our daughter, Jess, into the world. Her arrival should have been an unblemished joy, but instead, it became the center of unwelcome speculation. Jess had vibrant green eyes, a trait that stood out as an anomaly in both our families, sparking whispers and doubts about her paternity.
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Despite Jake’s unwavering trust in me, the constant barrage of insinuations from our families wore us down. In a bid to silence the gossip and solidify our family against external doubts, I suggested a paternity test, a decision that Jake initially resisted. He believed in us, in me, and saw no need to prove our truth to anyone. However, the persistent whispers eventually led us to proceed with the test, hoping it would put an end to the speculation.
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The day the results came, we decided to face the music together, inviting our families over for a dinner that would reveal more than anyone had bargained for. As I stood before them, test results in hand, the tension was palpable. “Jess is indeed your daughter, but your dad isn’t actually your dad,” I revealed, my words hanging in the air like a thunderclap.
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The reaction was immediate and visceral. My mother-in-law, Janice, paled, her actions betraying her before words could. My father-in-law was shell-shocked, the revelation tearing through decades of marriage and trust like a knife. Janice’s protests of innocence and manipulation fell on deaf ears as the magnitude of her deception became apparent.
The fallout was cataclysmic. A secret affair, buried for years, came to light, challenging the identity and relationships within Jake’s family. My father-in-law’s departure marked a poignant moment of realization for us all, as we grappled with the implications of a lie that had shaped the very foundation of their family.
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In the aftermath, Jake and I were thrust into an emotional maelstrom. What had started as an attempt to defend our family from unjust suspicion had unraveled a tapestry of lies, revealing a betrayal that went far beyond our immediate concerns. We were left to navigate the complex terrain of trust, identity, and familial bonds, forever altered by the truths that had come to light.
As my husband and I stood amidst the wreckage of his family’s legacy, we realized that our journey was far from over. The challenges we faced, though daunting, reinforced our commitment to each other and to Jess. In the face of upheaval, we found strength in our unity, a testament to the enduring power of love and the resilience of family.
This revelation, while painful, marked the beginning of a new chapter for us. One where the definitions of family, loyalty, and love were rewritten in the context of honesty and acceptance. Amidst the chaos, our dedication to each other remained a guiding light, leading us toward healing and a deeper understanding of what it means to belong.
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