I don’t hate how I look.
For the last 9 years I’ve dreaded seeing candid photos of myself because I’ve hated how I look at my weight. Even pictures I’ve posed for elicit cringes. Photos from my recent Cyprus trip are rolling in on facebook and I don’t feel the need to untag myself. It’s a small step, but huge for me. I don’t mind how I look RIGHT NOW. Someone on the trip commented on how toned my legs were, and when I mentioned I like running and am in the process of losing substantial weight he even commented that I looked fine the way I am and that curvy is good. I need a new belt and I’m swimming in my jeans. I looked in the mirror yesterday and genuinely LIKED how I looked in my tempos.
Who is this person? Did I lose my confidence when I gained weight? Why haven’t I love all of me regardless of appearance?
Photos I’ve cringed at (and believe me, it embarrasses me to see them):
Latest Photos (I have the orange backpack):
Certainly not perfect, but enough for me to get back to loving again.