Better Late Than Never

I started linking my happiness to my weight the summer after my freshman year in high school.

From the moment that random boy teased me because my muscles were larger than my boyfriend’s, I’ve had a tarnished view of what it means to be truly happy with your body.

All these years I’ve convinced myself that I’m happiest and the most fun to be around when I’m in great shape, lean, and tightly toned.

I came to the realization this evening, as I was stepping into the shower and starting to think about planning a trip to Vegas for my 40th birthday,
“You can be perfectly happy without looking perfect.” 

What!? Wait a minute! Yes. I can continue subbing, embracing my schooling, enjoying my family, savoring my delicious Girl Scout cookies, and STILL have a fabulous time with my family and friends.

I’m ashamed to admit the time I’ve wasted waiting… worrying… sweating… all to get to the point where I’m happy with how I look, so I can truly be happy with myself.

Better late than never I guess.  

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