i sound like such a cliché saying this, i know but gosh dang does it feel good not to look at pictures of myself in a bathing suit & think “fat” at every single one of them.
it took me so long to get here (i’m talking like 15 years) and i did so many things to make it to where i am. reading others blogs about women who experienced the same thing, researching psychology behind why tf females hate their bodies, deleting all dieting apps, stopping talking about calories and weight and blah blah blah and so much more. i honestly never thought i would see the day when i felt confident in how i looked.
& the one thing that finally sunk and helped me immensely is that every day is different. some days i will be so confident, then the next i’ll want to wear big shirts and cover up. & there’s nothing wrong with that. nothing. as a matter of fact, it’s probably not all that great to feel uber confident all of the time (it can turn to cocky quick).
so here i am, saying that although you on the outside means so little compared to who you are on the inside, it is so dang time consuming hating yourself. and it feels so dang good not hating yourself. so keep going. & if you want to talk, as always, i’m here for ya.
