My body. It’s been through some tough shit. But it’s here, carrying on, and working with me. I have shouted at it, pinched it, abused it, thought horrible things about it. It makes me sad to think of all the wasted time I’ve spent thinking it/I wasn’t good enough.
I had enough.. Instead of tearing apart photos and wanting to look different. I worked on my mindset. It really has to come from there. We owe it to ourselves. Enough is enough and any change has to start with a level of self love and respect. Some days it’s a challenge still, and that’s absolutely ok.
I work hard on my body, not because I hate it anymore, but because I actually love it, I love the feeling of being strong, I love doing that for myself. Despite scale numbers, despite the past…
I’m so grateful for everything I have been through, come through and continue to grow through. Thanks for being so strong even though I was a total mean girl to you body. You’re awesome.
Cheers to that.