I was looking at myself in the mirror today…and I HATED what I saw. I actually tried on a pair of jeans, after getting on the scale–God save me–, and I just cried.
All I could see was everything that I hate HATE about my body.
I laid down. Just told myself that it’s OK to feel these feelings. That I have been over-eating. That I am stressed. Tired. Annoyed.
I have come SO damn far. That I will get there. I gathered myself together. Didn’t want anything to eat (success) and got on with my day.
I have fought with the mirror my whole life. I could honestly present that EXACT same person in the mirror and depending on what food I have eaten, what number on the scale I am …. my spirit within me is determined. I lose track of my progress and focus TOTALLY on what outside forces say about me..and that is what I see in the mirror.
So, I decided to take my own sorrows into my hands and do a little photo shot. Me, my un-make-uped-post-school face, in old holy yoga pants.
I may not be a number on the scale that I think I should be.
Or a certain pants size.
BUT I have my damn spirit…and I wont give that away again. It’s not found on a scale, in a pants size, in a calorie allotment, in cookies/ice cream/chocolate…its found INSIDE OF ME…OF YOU!
So Mirror Mirror on the Wall…I am the most spirit-filled of all.