I have heard that if you say something like that to your reflection everyday eventually you will start to believe it.
I looked at the scale last night. I didn’t go on it. I looked at it. I thought, “I haven’t gone on that in a while. That’s a good thing,” and I walked away.
Every morning and every night when I’m getting ready for the day or ready for bed I’ve been looking in the mirror at my body, taking a deep breath, and saying, “I am beautiful.”
I’ve only been doing it for a few days so I can’t really tell if it’s working or not, but I figured it would be worth a shot.
I’ve been working out a lot harder. If I’m not happy with how my body looks than I need to change it, and I know how and I know that I can. I’m still eating. I don’t know what my calorie intake is right now. I haven’t been counting.
My life right now is a jumble of so many things. I’m planning my wedding, I’m looking into jobs and other sources of income, I’m getting ready to move out of my mom’s house into a dorm, I’m getting ready to take classes and work and be on my own, I’m working on new books, I’m getting rid of any connections I have/had with my father, I’m working on being healthy and accepting my body.
I don’t think I hate my body too much right now. When I look in the mirror I think it’s pretty nice, just that it can also be better. It doesn’t bother me when I look at it in the mirror, but it does when I’m sitting or standing or whatever and can feel all the fat.
As long as I don’t forget I’m going to continue to say that in the mirror. Maybe it will help, maybe it’s just a waste of breath. We’ll see.