So this is me. All 72kg of me. It may not seem like much to you that are seeing this but it is for me. I took a picture at my body, showing my tummy. I can’t say how long it has been since i have taken a picture with my stomach out. Certainly more than 10 years. That hurts. Those were 10 years, a bit more to be truth, that I wasn’t okay with my body. That I hid under baggy clothes, moved away from the cameras claiming that I wasn’t just into pictures.
Of course, that wasn’t true. The pure truth was that I was embarrassed, and still am, about the way i look. I did a diet after diet. Cried about people calling me fat, telling me how ugly I was. i still do. The last person to call me fat wasn’t that long ago. Three months if I am not mistaken. Of course, I came home, I cried. Next day I did nothing to change it.
You might claim that it’s them that has to change and I do agree with you on a certain point. Though, if i do want to feel good about myself I have to change to. I have to make an effort to push the sweets and salty treats away and get out there. Because if I don’t then I’ll eat more 10 years of my life away.
Now I’ll expect that in a month, on April 7th, I’ll take another picture and it will look a bit better. Same leggings, same top, hopefully not the same fat around my middle.