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” every single time.
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 other women’s blogs about experiencing the same thing, researching psychology behind why the frick 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 that I’ll walk around in crop tops and short shorts, then the next I’ll never want to change out of sweats. & there’s nothing wrong with that. Nothing.
Bloating happens, my body is constantly changing, and I either need to remove some ribs and magically change my genetic makeup or just accept what I am given and be happy with it.
So here I am, saying that although who you are 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.
