I found the picture that started it all.
It put me put me in my place.
It took me out of my naïve-ness.
It showed me that I was not physically who I wanted to be.
It proved me a liar when I said I was fit.
It was honest.
It showed me that I did not control myself.
It called out to me to change myself.
I ripped it up. You can see the tear where I shredded it to pieces out of frustration and disgust.
I was probably winded after I tore it up.
It broke me.
It called me a failure.
I was embarrassed and ashamed to see it.
It hit me.
This is my life. I control what I put into my body and the activity that I do. I will not fall victim to the temporary and shallow delight that comes with overeating. I will not seek out useless food to fulfill the desire to hide my discontent with my physical appearance.
I wasn’t ugly, just fat.
I know that now.
I was not defeated.
I will not be defeated.
I am strong.
I am aware.
I am focused.
I am a success.
Can you accept yourself?
In the comment section - tell us one thing that you are that you are proud to be.
Take that one thing and run with it. Build yourself!
