Confidance

Hey all, I know its been a while, and hopefully you have not given up on following my blog all together.  I just want to write a bit about something that has really been tugging at my heart.  and that my friends is self Image. 
   Our self image is something that so many people struggle with.  Guys and Girls.   According to statistics this starts at a very young age.  When I was 12, I remember thinking I was fat.  I weighed barely 100 lbs, and was about 5'2 at the time.. but I had extra skin, and I did not look like the girls on the magazines.  This continued on, almost all of my life. either I thought I was to fat, or I thought I was too skinny, or I hated my feet, or I hated my arms because they were to long... you name it.  There was always something about me, that I hated. Why?? I think that that is something that all of us can answer.  My answer, because those models, or doctored cosmo cover picture perfect girls did not look at all like me.  No, they had perfect skin, and a perfect tan, and a perfect nose.     Up until this year, I have hated on one piece of my physical self or another.  This year I decided to make a change.  Not only was I going to become fit...so I can out run the zombie apocolyps, but also, I was going to be happy and proud of my body, no more shaming, and no more hiding behind the tiniest spanks I could  fit into, and most of all, NO MORE COPAREING.  If I have a muffin top, well, I am determined to learn to love it.  I so often hear young girls saying "oh I'm so fat".  I just want to screem at them...so what?  You have some adipose cells on your body, and gues what, they make you beautiful..  they give you unique curves.  So stop hating yourself for not bing like the photo shopped models, or plastic Barbie dolls. They are not REAL! Stop conpairing yourself to those around you and those you see.  We are all different and all truly loved by God.  That what makes the human race unique.  Stop telling yourself your fat...Stop IT...STOPIT!!!STOPIT!!!!!!!!!!!...why because I did, and when I did, I saw a whole new side of freedom to be me.  I stay fit, I eat what ever I want when ever I want, and yea, I still have myrids of streach marks and cellulite.  But I love my self because I'm not trying to be anyone but me. besides, I my body is capable of some pretty crazy things...like birthing children, and bucking hay.  Next time you try to compare yourself,  stop...just stop. you are you, and you are real.  Think about what your body has done...what it is capapble of, and remember that how it looks is beautiful, not matter what the media says. 

Xoxo
Trina