Today I struggled with something seemingly meaningless. I couldn’t decide if I would wear shorts to the park or if I would wear jeans. To most people it sounds mundane, but to me it was a huge decision. I haven’t worn shorts in public since I was about 10 years old. When I was 10 I thought that I had strange looking legs. In reality I was just like every gangly kid around. Having grown up quite a bit since then I had also gained weight. While I am down quite a bit from my “starting weight” I am still not at a comfortable one either. Today I realized that I don’t give a damn what other people think of me. At least not what they think about my weight or looks. You are welcome to judge me for having cellulite. Chances are you have some of your own. Today I realized that if I can’t love myself now, I won’t be able to love myself when I reach my goal.
Be proud of what you have accomplished and keep pushing forward.