I do know that my weight is not an indicator of health, fitness -- or anything else other than how much I weigh. I know that I am not defined by my cellulite, expanding midriff, or any other body parts that don't wow me. And yet here I am, wishing that I wasn't mentally dragged down by my extra pounds.
I was a cutter for about 10 years of my life. I wasn't ever going to get a tattoo. I didn't think they were for me. However, I realized sometime last year that I've already marked myself with permanency. And choices I made when I was at my lowest are not the permanent marks I want to carry with me the rest of my life.
My scale and I have always had a love-hate relationship. The day I kicked my scale to the curb was a day I felt a huge weight lifted from my shoulders. Here's the thing about scales. They are sneaky and full of trickery. They can't always be trusted. Here are five signs you need to reconsider your relationship with your scale.
Pregnancy is not easy. It can be exhausting, disgusting, boring and a pain-in-the-ass. But what it should not be is a phase in your life to feel down on how you look. YOU are beautiful no matter what. Whether my words mean anything or not, you are in the process of creating something phenomenal: another life.
What holiday would be complete without the annual Victoria's Secret Fashion Show? I'll be honest, I caught a glimpse of the show. It pained me to think of the negative thoughts it provoked in its female viewership. Would we as women feel more empowered and positive about our own body image if the models varied in sizes? And I'm not referring to a size 0 to size 4.