How I Learned to Love My Body as a Female Athlete
The Hidden Opponent is an advocacy group aiming to raise awareness for student-athlete mental health issues while simultaneously addressing the stigma of mental health within sports culture. By creating a platform for athletes to explore and speak about their struggles, the Hidden Opponent brings to light the challenges that young athletes face in today’s society. Founder Victoria Garrick, a volleyball player at USC, started the non-profit organization in midst of her own mental health challenges as a Division 1 athlete. Attending USC as a freshman in 2015, Garrick’s “volleyball career at USC consisted of a Pac-12 Conference Championship, two Pac-12 All-Academic Honorable Mentions, two seasons serving as co-captain, two USC Best Passer/Digger awards, Pac-12 Defensive Player of the Week honors, and finishing 1st in the Pac-12 conference with the most total digs as a senior. Victoria finished her career with the top 5 most digs in program history.”1Yet, despite her on-court successes, Victoria revealed in a 2017 TEDTalk that she battled and overcame depression and performance anxiety as an athlete, along with an eating disorder. This is Victoria Garrick’s story.
For so long, society has told women how we are supposed to act: Poised. Sweet. Quiet.
For so long, society has told women how we are supposed to be: Gentle. Delicate. Soft.
For so long, society has told women how we are supposed to look: Skinny. Sexy. Beautiful.
For so long, society never told women that we could be strong.
The idea of what it means to be a beautiful woman has changed for me many times. In 2011, when I was 13, I thought beautiful meant weighing the same as the Victoria’s Secret models I googled. In 2013, at 15, I thought beautiful meant having the hashtag-famous “thigh gap.” In 2016, at the age of 18, I thought beautiful meant not having to edit your pictures on Instagram.
Graduating high school, I was a lean girl happy with my appearance. Of course, I had fallen victim to believing in society’s standards a couple of times and maybe read too many tabloid magazines, but overall I was content with myself. This changed when I became a college athlete.
When I committed to the USC Women’s Indoor Volleyball team, I was overjoyed at the opportunity and prepared to learn, but I was not prepared for the significant changes my body was about to endure. After I started lifting and practicing with a Division I team, my body began to change quickly before my eyes. All of a sudden, I was burning close to 1,300 calories a practice, lifting heavy weights, and eating around 4,000 calories each day. This was a huge change from the routine I had grown accustomed to in high school.
Victoria Garrick: USC Volleyball
After just a few months of this regime, I was no longer that lean girl. I was bigger and I was muscular. However, I didn’t pay much attention to it until one particular weekend my freshman season.
Excited to have the day off, I went shopping. I wanted to buy something that would make me feel girly and pretty, because sweating in a gym every day and max-squatting 220 pounds isn’t girly and pretty, right? After grabbing a pile of clothes to try on, I headed into a changing room not knowing that the next 10 minutes would turn me against myself. The first pair of jeans wouldn’t pull past my thighs. The next shirt I tried was too tight on my arms. The dress I loved on the mannequin wasn’t zipping up my back. Piece after piece, nothing fit. I wondered anxiously, “Is it me? Is this marked wrong?!” As I squeezed out of the dress, my eyes welled with tears. After a few more attempts to make anything work, I could no longer hold in my emotions. Behind the curtains of a 5-by-5-foot changing room, I silently began to cry.
I spent the rest of that year attempting different diets, avoiding certain outfits, and despising the athletic lifts I had to do every day in practice. For countless months I was focusing on my body, trying to be skinnier, and trying to eat less than what my body required to perform.
However, after two semesters enduring this misery, I finally realized something that all female athletes must come to on their own: There is nothing wrong with my body.
I had a firm stomach. My legs were rock solid. And my arms were defined. I could sprint 100 meters in 14.60 seconds. I could single-leg squat 130 pounds, and I could hold a plank for 4 minutes. All of this didn’t make me any less feminine.
I was still that healthy-looking girl, but now I had the build of an athlete. What I hadn’t understood in the dressing room was that I was strong. I didn’t know that strong was something I could be. From that point on, my outlook changed. Just because you are not a certain dress size, or weigh more than 120 pounds, does not mean you’re not beautiful. And if 4,000 calories is what you need to consume in a day to fuel your body and remain energized, that’s okay too!
And, most importantly, girls who compete to win the national championship will not, and most likely cannot, look the same as models clouding our Instagram feeds. So, as a female athlete playing volleyball for the University of Southern California, I finally realized what it meant to be a beautiful woman. And to my pleasure, it was nothing that society had told me to be.
Article Credit: Home. (n.d.). Retrieved July 09, 2020, from https://www.victoriagarrick.com/
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Footnote: 1 Passaro, P. (2020, July 01). Victoria Garrick: How I Learned To Love My Body As A Female Athlete. Retrieved July 09, 2020, from https://thehiddenopponent.com/2020/06/26/victoria-garrick-how-i-learned-to-love-my-body-as-a-female-athlete/
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