In 2013, I lost over 40 pounds. This was a major accomplishment for me as I've struggled with being overweight for most of my life. Once the weight started to come off, my self- worth began to increase, and by the time it all came off, I loved myself for the first time in my life. At the beginning of 2014, I injured my knee and arm. I'm still recovering and as a result my workouts have been few and I've been down. I've been comfort eating and overeating. All in all I've lost muscle and put on about 15 pounds. Needless to say my skinny clothes no longer fit and I'm not loving the person I see in the mirror anymore. But then it hit me... losing weight didn't teach me to love myself. It taught me to love my body. Self-love is about loving the person you are inside: your mind, your heart, what makes you unique. That's not what I fell in love with. I fell in love with a flat stomach. I fell in love with walking around in size 6 jeans when I really needed a size 4. I fell in love with my slender face and collarbones. I fell in love with my biceps and the gap between my thighs.
I blog about fashion and we all know that industry presents an unrealistic standard of women's bodies. I wrote this post to remind you and myself that the most important thing to love isn't the size of your skirt. We should work towards being more in tuned with who we are on the inside and loving that person. I will lose the weight I've put back on as soon as it's safe for me to do so, but this time around I won't view the number on the scale as what identifies me or makes me beautiful. In the meantime, I'll be going on vacation where I fully intend to eat what I want for two weeks straight with no regrets!
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