When I first started to lose weight and really notice a difference I had this un-necessary feeling of hate towards my parents because they never told me I needed to lose weight. I didn't understand how they let me get to that point. The point where I was unhappy and downright miserable. I used them as a scapegoat for the decisions I made.
My high school self would start my day with a medium campfire mocha from Caribou, eat 2 servings of pizza and a small salad for lunch, and a bag of chips and string cheese for an after school snack...and sadly that was a good day.
I was an athlete.
I was a varsity team captain.
On the outside I thought I was comfortable, but I really thought was never good enough and I never would be. Not good enough for the popular crowd, for a boyfriend, for the cool clothes, nothing.
I went to a high school where most of the girls were stick thin and those girls were the only ones who got the "popular" boys or really any attention at all.
I didn't understand it then, but I know now that working for the body and the person I've become now is the best gift I could have ever given myself.
For any mom's or female role models please get rid of the trashy magazines that are promoting these stick figure bodies and please let your kids be kids. Encourage healthy habits but everyone will become the person they deserve to be in their own time. If they have the heart to do it and the passion to succeed anything is possible.
Much love,
C
No comments:
Post a Comment