It's a tricky thing our perception of ourselves.
Why is it that when we are bigger we think we are smaller and when we are smaller we think we are bigger?
I'm not sure if I am the only one this happens to, but I wonder about overcoming this false perception a lot.
Here's the thing -
When I was bigger, I never felt as big as I was. Every time I would see a picture of myself (which are few and far between!), I would think, "I'm not really that big, am I?"
Now, the reverse is true. I can't wrap my head around my actual size. It boggles my mind to buy a medium anything, and I still think 16 pants fit. They don't! I feel bigger than I know I am.
And -
Why is it that I only focus on the muffin top complimented by cottage cheese belly and the swinging arm fat? When I should focus on how much smaller I am and how far I've come.
Why is it so hard to love ourselves for who we are today? Not that we shouldn't strive to be better, but we really should be grateful for the body we have today and thankful for all it can do for us.
I think this is especially true if you take a moment to think about all the people who would give anything for a capable body - the sick, the elderly, the victims of the Boston bombing...you catch my meaning.
So my goal today - be happy with the body I have. Be intentional. Be grateful. Work to make it stronger, but be less critical of the way it is today.
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