I’ve gained weight. I have marks, new curves, and clothes that don’t fit like they used to.
And every day, I fight the little voice in my head that tells me I’m “less.” Less pretty. Less desirable. Less “acceptable.”
But sometimes, I look in the mirror and say: You’re alive, you survived, you’re here. And this body is yours.
I’m learning to talk to it like a friend. It’s hard. But I want to get there.
Have others here managed to rebuild true kindness toward their bodies? Your tips? Your triggers? ❤️
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Really, it’s such a journey. Trying to be nice to yourself when all you hear is that nagging voice telling you you’re not good enough, I get it, I really do, and I’m trying, too, but it’s hard, you know, like, incredibly hard sometimes, especially when I catch myself criticizing my body in the mirror (and then I feel so guilty about it!). But, hey, you’re surviving, you’re here, you’ve got this, and I’m sending you all the good vibes I can muster!
It’s truly astounding to witness the sheer courage it takes to confront that incessant inner critic, especially when she’s whispering all those nasty things about your body, and you know what, it’s kind of hilarious that our bodies sometimes feel like stubborn toddlers who refuse to wear what we want, huh?
More about that mirror talk: You got up, you got something to eat, and you survived until bedtime. That is HUGE success in the animal kingdom!