IT'S TIME TO CONFESS.
I am such a huge advocate for self love and acceptance, yet when those rough days come around I can't seem to treat myself the same way. Hypocritical, I know. •
While trying to take pictures for the launch of the Do More campaign with Paragon, I found myself feeling ashamed of the way I looked. Where did these rolls come from. Why are they in every single picture. How am I supposed to be motivational & "fitspo" if I have these "flaws". (I know they aren't flaws, I'm just extremely hard on myself.)
I look at the pictures and all I see is the weight around my midsection, rather than all of the muscle I've gained & the progress I've made since my journey began. And isn't that shitty, that no matter how much greatness is in our lives, we tend to fixate on the negative.
So here I am, facing my fears and swallowing my pride to show you all my biggest insecurity. Because I'll never get to the point of true self love until I learn to accept and embrace my body in every way. These weren't posed to make a point, and it's not a "relaxed vs. posed" comparison. This is simply ME. Showing you that I am human, I struggle, and even though I am 2837428x more confident than I used to be, I still have room to improve.