I rolled out of bed this morning after another night of drinking with friends and some late night pizza. I walked slowly to the mirror and carefully glanced up.
My heart felt heavy.
I wished I were smaller.
I could be smaller. I know how to do it.
But as I stared into the mirror I hushed my inner critic and asked myself "why?" Why should I try to look any different?
Do I have some extra meat on my thighs? Yes.
Do I have a curve to my belly? Yes.
Am I healthy? Yes
Am I happy? More than ever.
Am I surrounded by people who love me? Yes.
So why? Why do I need to change my shape?