In high school I wanted to be thin with big breasts, I thought that is what I was suppose to look like. I didn't gain confidence about my body until my twenties. I learned how to dress my body type. I was able to accentuate my assets; my curvy waist, thick thighs, ample derrière, and (dare I say) small perky breasts. I learned it's not the size that matters but instead pay attention to how it feels.
Over four years ago the combination of a break up, eating healthy and pilates, I was the smallest I have ever been. I keep comparing my body to what it was four years ago and it's been frustrating me because I am not where I once was. I have preached we need to love our bodies for where we are, no negative self talk. I cringe when I hear people refer to themselves as fat. To me the word fat is more of a curse word than the F*** word. It breaks my heart when I hear people talk negatively about themselves.
Lately I have not been so kind to myself and because I want the body I had four years ago. I eat healthy most of the time, I walk my pups daily and recently discovered Pure Barre which I love and my body amazes me every time I take a class. So why I am being so hard on myself? Why am I not practicing what I preach? So what if my clothes don't fit the same, I better go shopping. We all know I love to shop.
I chose this picture because when I first saw it I thought my stomach isn't flat. I am bravely showing it to social media. This is the real me and I chose to love her. My hope is we all our kind and love ourselves where ever we may be emotionally, physically and mentally. Love, love, love!
Photo credit: Sparrow and Bean
