The way my body looks does not matter, but the way I treat it does.
To the person who orders multiple orders of food and then casually adds into the conversation with the delivery person that you have company coming because you’re ashamed, I know that pain, that was me too.⠀ ⠀ To the person who promises themselves that they’ll only have one cookie, one scoop of ice cream, one handful of chips, only to go back and finish off the entire package, I know that pain, that was me too.⠀ ⠀ To the person who starts a new fitness routine and drops it a week later, I know that pain, that was me too.⠀ ⠀ To the person who looks in the mirror and picks apart and shames every little “imperfection”, I know that pain, that was me too.⠀ ⠀ But, I also know what it feels like to start your journey of healing and I want you to know something important: you are not broken and you are not too far gone.⠀ ⠀ It’s so easy to look at a picture and see a physical transformation, but we don’t see what happened internally.⠀ ⠀ For me, losing weight was simply an outer reflection of a huge internal shift. ⠀ ⠀ It was a reflection of not just “eating better and exercising”, but something so much deeper. ⠀ ⠀ It was a reflection of the kind of self love and self care you don’t see in a perfectly posed bubble bath social media picture, but of the deeper, messier internal work.⠀ ⠀ Asking the hard questions: why do I treat myself this way? Why am I making decisions that I know are hurting me? What is asking to be healed?⠀ ⠀ Asking those questions and turning to self love turned out to the solution that sparked a still evolving journey of healing.⠀ ⠀ This journey has and will continue to have ups and downs - days my self talk wavers into cruel criticism, even days I slip into old habits and binge. I’m not and never will be perfect.⠀ ⠀ But, I built a foundation of habits and self compassion to help me learn how to heal my relationship with my body, to help me understand that “perfect” is not a prerequisite for progress. ⠀ ⠀ And that self compassion gently reminds me that