You name it, I’ve been there.
I’ve been overweight, too thin, exercise-obsessed, calorie fiend, beauty product junkie, women’s magazine connoisseur, trend slave, plastic surgery intrigued… everything.
Looking back, it makes me wish I would have spend less time worrying about what I looked like, how uncomfortable I felt in my own skin, and how much I wanted to have "a body like so-and-so", "clothes like so-and-so"– always too focused on what others thought of me and striving for perfection that doesn’t exist. Because no matter how thin I got, what I had, it was never enough.
Until about 2 weeks ago.
For the first time…. ever…. I’m happy with my body.
Yeah, there are some areas that aren’t as "tight" as I’d like them to be, my nose has a bump on it, and my feet are heinous from years of dancing.. but that’s me.
I’m not sure if it’s something that came with getting older, but instead of looking at myself and thinking about what I’d like to change, I’m grateful.
I have a body that enables me to do whatever I want it to: run, Zumba, chase after the puppies, spin, lift weights, dance it up in clubs, shop, take random adventures with friends…
A healthy body is something that should be celebrated, instead of bashed, which is something I used to do on a constant basis.
Today, be grateful for your health and take a moment to think about all of the amazing things your body has enabled you to do.