This year I’m falling in love with my body because tbh, I’ve never really loved her.
Sure I’ve always respected my body. I’ve never intentionally harmed myself or allowed anyone else to. Hell, I’ve gotten into full-blown arguments in defense of my body.
But respect and love are two different things that can co-exist and unfortunately, when it comes to this body, my body, the two never have.
Yes, I’ve been in fitness since I was 14 years old, yes I’ve gained muscle and loved the way I looked but also secretly hated other parts, yes I currently teach other women to love their bodies.
But I’d be a hypocrite if I said I’ve always loved mine.
I can remember being as young as 9 years old when I first started picking my body apart. Comparing it to others and trying to sweat it into something others would find more appealing. And it’s sad but it’s the truth.
Everything I’ve done for my body up until a few months ago has been not fully out of love for what she is and does for me, but out of what I wish she looked like, what I wish she could do and what I wish other people could see about her on the outside.
So I guess, in a sense, I haven’t fully respected my body.
But not anymore.
This isn’t a resolution or a goal, this is a choice and from this moment on I’m choosing to LOVE her too. And that’s hard because there are things about her that I’ve been taught not to love.
Unlearning is hard.
But when it comes to me, it’s worth it. Because baby I’m ALWAYS about me.
How have your feelings about your body changed through the years? Let me know in the comments!
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