A few moments ago, I got out of the shower and got dressed, ready to tackle the grocery store. I slipped on my jeans and then my t-shirt. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw something that made me instantly say, “Ugh.” It was me. I was looking at me. I was looking at the fat rolls this wonderfully thin t-shirt was showing off. And by showing off, each individual roll. Back fat and all.
I walked over to my dresser and pulled out a larger, heavier weight t-shirt, and slipped it on. Yeah, it covered everything, but I instantly broke out into a sweat. I stood there, staring at myself, thinking, “But it hides everything.”
But it hides everything. WHY SHOULD I HAVE TO HIDE THINGS?! FUCK. THIS. I tore off the heavier t-shirt and slipped on the original, thin shirt. Fuck anyone who silently judges me and my body. I’m working on getting back in shape. I’m working on getting back to eating healthier, cutting back and eating cupcakes in moderation.
If my rolls decrease, great. If they don’t, fine. I looked at my rolls, my round curves and thought, “These rolls aren’t here because I’m lazy. These rolls aren’t here because I don’t work out, because I do. These rolls are here because they are apart of me. They do not define me, but they are apart of me and I can either love them or hate them. But if I hate, them, I’m hating myself.”
I chose self love. I chose to love me some rolls. And 5K’s. And cupcakes. And circuit training. And cheese. Oh God, do I love cheese.
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