The journey to self love was never going to be easy. 💜
I never expected it to be.
Honestly if you'd told me a year ago that one day I might be able to look in the mirror and smile at my reflection, I'd have laughed in your face. .
If you'd have told me I'd be able to go 2 months without weighing myself, I wouldn't have believed you. .
If you told me I would go up 3 clothes sizes in a year and not hate myself for it but actually feel so much happier in my own skin, I probably would have told you to switch places with me because YOU were clearly the crazy one! .
And even month ago, if I had tried to find a pair of jeans and realised that ALL of my jeans where now to small for me, I probably wouldn't have left the house for a week. .
I'm not going to lie I still found it really hard. I cried. I felt awful about myself...
But I stoped myself and thought "what is hating myself going to achieve? It's only a bit of fabric!" .
So I put on my stretchy leggings. A dash of lipstick. And went about my day! .
So today I can't really say that I love myself. But I'm still going! I'm still smashing my recovery. And I'm going to do EVERYTHING I can to love myself tomorrow! .
Recovery is hard
Self love is hard
And some days just don't work out.
But if you can pick yourself up, smile, survive... tomorrow is a fresh start! Keep going💪🏻💜💪🏻💜