One thing I have learned this year, is that when I gain weight, it's still me.
Does that sound a little nutty? Let me explain.
I used to feel like when I gained weight, the added (well let's just say the word) fat, was not me, it was some alien substance stuck to me. I felt like I was in a fat suit. And I hated it. I couldn't touch it, or look at it. I couldn't really bear it.
Now, I accept that it is me, and it is just MORE of me. I own it. I sat last night and looked at my belly and I touched it. And I was ok with it. It just... is.... and some times it will be bigger and sometimes it will be smaller but no matter what,
it's still ok. it's always ok to be me. no matter how much of me there is.
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