My 21st birthday and I hate my body!
Wooo! 21 years old, I probably drank 4 times this week. Cause that’s what I did my whole sophomore year of college.
I gave up on working out, and if you ate healthy I probably thought your were weird and crazy. Cause what’s nutrition?
This girl was struggling, self love was not a thing, I was insecure, & 20 pounds heavier.
I remember telling myself I needed to start working out. I probably said I would start tomorrow 1,000 times. My excuses seemed legit or at least I convinced myself they were.
Eventually, I just got to a point where I got tired of the voices in my head go back and forth, it was exhausting.
One voice is telling me I want to workout & it would be good for me mentally and physically, while the other tells me how about next week or it’s college it’s okay to gain weight everyone does.
No it’s not okay. It’s not okay to make promises with yourself and not keep them, it’s not okay to tear yourself down, it’s not okay to treat your body like shit, it’s just not okay. Finally, it hit me. I was tired of it. I knew I deserved more.
This old me gradually kept fading and fading, little by little, before I knew it with consistency, patience, and effort that girl who put herself last was long gone.