This is my body in its current season.
It’s grown, it’s changed, and it’s going to continue to change throughout each season of my life.
Honestly, I don’t think about what my body looks like a lot. I don’t own a scale, not because I don’t want to know the number, but because the number doesn’t matter to me.
I was on a podcast last week, and the host asked me if I ever had dealt with body dysmorphia after competing in fitness for years, and I did.
How did I get over it? I didn’t put myself in environments to trigger those thoughts.
I didn’t look in the mirror after getting out of the shower to pick myself apart. I unfollowed people on Instagram who made me think more about how my body looks. I wore clothes that I felt most comfortable and confident in. I still only wear things that I feel my best in.
I put myself in an environment where I wasn’t constantly distracted about what my body looked like.
Instead, I focused on becoming more confident in things that didn’t have to do with my body.
Now, I can’t even relate to how I used to think or feel.
We’re not supposed to look the same forever. Telling yourself that your body shouldn’t change much from when you were 19, is like saying your body should look the same as when you were 5. It makes no logical sense.
I don’t think you have to love the way your body looks all the time, but I think you should at least appreciate all that it does for you.
Your body is literally just a vessel for you in your human experience. It’s a beautiful thing, and something we should all be grateful for.
Just a gentle reminder to be kinder to yourself, and do what you can to embrace change, because it’s the only thing in life that is constant. Even if you’re not in a good place right now, you have the ability to heal.