Are you a human? Okay cool, so you have image issues. At some point in your life:
Am I right? I’m going to assume I’m right.
I was 18. I had been completely unaware up until this event. In high school I loved my body. I was strong, I was known for being fit and strong. I held weightlifting records, had a six pack, was a multiple sport varsity athlete, and was the female distinguished athlete of the year my senior year. Cellulite. Was. Not. A. Thing. For. Me. #ignoranceisbliss.
Let’s be clear that I did in fact have it, I was simply unaware and was focused on what I was capable of doing rather than my butt dimples. More on that later.
So there I was in my little spandex shorts and tight tank top in yoga class. I was feeling THE MOST confident – after all I was a cheerleader and was so fit and flexible and toned and blah blah Annie was ALL the things (I hope you get my tone here).
You don’t need to understand the pose. Just know that it involved me folding my legs in a manner that revealed I HAD HAIL DAMAGE. I immediately loosened up the pose to minimize the appearance of the cellulite.
I was embarrassed, felt “less than” and like there was something wrong with me. I was so fit, and strong, and athletic. I must have screwed up somewhere to end up with some visceral body fat on my thighs and butt. The emotions were REAL.
We all have a moment. The moment that led to insecurity. Maybe you were in your 20’s or maybe you were 4 years old. Perhaps it was something a parent or loved one said to you, or maybe you discovered it yourself like I did. Maybe your view was scewed by magazine covers and social media.
You’ve got to determine what event caused you to believe the lie that there is something wrong with your body. The moment that made you think you weren’t good enough because:
Nonetheless, there was a moment in which you believed, I believed, this lie to be truth.
Think back and define that moment. Bring light to it, feel all the feels, and let that shit go. It’s NOT true. You are not your body.
You want the facts? Do you recall how I felt going into that yoga class? Confident in what I was capable of, confident in what my body was capable of. More on the arrogant side than anything else (a whole other issue to tackle).
How did I leave the class? Wondering if people could see my cellulite when I was walking down the stairs, wondering how long it had been there for, and how it got there in the first place. AS IF IT CHANGED ANYTHING!
You know the answer. And you know the answer to your scenario. So let it go sister.
I hope this was insightful + encouraging for you. Work to improve your body image by identifying the root causes and implementing an action plan.
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