I am tired of making my weight define me. It doesn't help that I have others (and by others I mean my family) making comments about my weight--but I'm not any easier on myself than they are. They just further justify my scrutiny.
I am a fantastic mother, wife and friend. I am intelligent and creative and have more on my plate than the average person. I can balance work, school and family like no other and don't slack in either one of those arenas. I am beautiful both inside and out-- so why can't I see that? Why can't I see that I am more than the number of my pants? Why can't I see that I have eyelashes others would kill for? That my skin is flawless and my hair is thick and beautiful? Why can't I see that regardless of that size, I have a good sense of style? Why do I stand in the mirror and criticize every single thing I see instead of looking at what I just mentioned? Why can't I pat myself in the back for working out for the past couple of weeks even though I've been exhausted? Why can't I give myself a little cheer for the small steps I'm taking to a healthier me?
I need to define myself... and it should have nothing to do with size. I rock. Period.
Thứ Hai, 30 tháng 8, 2010
What defines me?
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