HATE DOESN'T GET YOU ANYWHERE
I gained a lot of weight in college. It started with the "freshman 15" and then piled into the sophomore "another 20".
I wasn’t lazy. I enjoyed being outside and active. What I didn’t enjoy—was looking in the mirror.
My outside didn’t match my inside. I felt strong, but I didn’t look it. I wore giant, sad clothes to hide my body. I punished myself with fad diets and grueling workouts.
No matter what I did, no matter how hard I worked, no matter how bad it hurt—nothing changed.
I had a wonderful family. I had the job I wanted. I had a great guy who loved me just as I was.
The problem was—I didn’t love myself.
I was coming at it all wrong.
I hated my body—so I wanted to change it.
How incredibly common is that line of thought in today’s world. An overweight, unhappy woman makes great pain point for marketers, but here’s the rub:
“HATE DOESN’T GET YOU ANYWHERE”
It was only when I saw myself as worthy, that things began to change. Once I decided to see myself as God sees me, I fell in love.
Then the body I started caring for became a reflection of who I really was.
Of who I’d always been…