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Dear Body
I was going to write a long post complaining about how some of the fitness blogs I read are starting to disgust me, but I realized I might just fall into that category of body-self-loathing-and-whining. Most of the posts I have read lately are written by women who think their bodies are absolutely repulsive when they only weigh 150 pounds.
150 pounds! That's a wonderful weight to be! I bet.
From here on out, I will not speak ill of my body shape or size, but be happy that I am able to walk, lift, jump, dance, shake, stretch, pedal, flex, youKNOWwhatimean.
You silly women out there, let's just stop it.
Dear Body, I realize it is taking us longer than we think to move that number on the scale to the left, but I accept you. I accept the healthiness that is becoming you and the energy you produce throughout the day. So thanks; let's keep doing what we're doing. Without the whining.
150 pounds! That's a wonderful weight to be! I bet.
From here on out, I will not speak ill of my body shape or size, but be happy that I am able to walk, lift, jump, dance, shake, stretch, pedal, flex, youKNOWwhatimean.
You silly women out there, let's just stop it.
Dear Body, I realize it is taking us longer than we think to move that number on the scale to the left, but I accept you. I accept the healthiness that is becoming you and the energy you produce throughout the day. So thanks; let's keep doing what we're doing. Without the whining.
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