I used to be sitting on the bathroom floor crying my eyes out, hating myself for having an extra piece of cake when I knew the thoughts would come into my mind and eat me alive until I had purged what I had physically consumed.
I used to sit at the table with my family and long for having an extra helping of my mom’s homemade meals but instead the voices were telling me that I would “win” if I resisted the hunger cues and continued to have this false sense of control related to less food equating more power.
I used to come home from running and “reward” myself with a single piece of fruit. “That’s all you get, done for the day, now go find something to distract yourself from that growling stomach” is what I would tell myself.
I used to be there. I used to be there. And too many girls are still there and I know too many girls will unfortunately go there.
It gets better. But you have to fight it. You have to realize you are worth more than any number, any weight, any size. You are more than a physical aesthetic. You are so much more than what society has drilled into our minds to be– a vessel only admired for looks.
You must fuel your body to be the fighter, the warrior, the goddess, the runner, the lifter, the yogi, the artist, the singer, the musician, the swimmer, the daughter, the friend, the potential mother, the sister, the girlfriend…you must fuel your body to be here.
Fight this fight. You deserve to be here, thriving, glowing, nourished.
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