I don’t look like the models off of magazine covers. I don’t have a thigh gap. You can’t see the bones in my shoulders. Not anymore.
If you would’ve told me a little over a year ago, that someday I would rather have pizza than hip bones, that I would weigh more than I ever have, that I would love lifting weights, I would’ve called you a liar.
I mean, back then I was 100 lbs, counting calories, and trying to become as skinny as possible. (Although I would never admit it.)
But life’s like a box of chocolates, isn’t it?
And then CrossFit. Little did I know that my world would flip upside down, in terms of health & fitness. I would be looking at strong, well-muscled women for inspiration, not skinny girls that probably starve themselves.
And now, I weigh 120 lbs, I don’t wear a size zero, I can squat my body weight, and, I eat and not feel guilty about it.
Since when does our society get to determine our worth?
I get my worth from Jesus Christ. Not from a 20 inch waist. Not from unrealistic standards of what I should look like.
It took a long time for me to realize this. And now I’m okay. I don’t need to be a size 0. Or a size 2. You know, I don’t really have to measure myself by any “size” at all.
God gave me bigger thighs, broader shoulders, a tummy that’s not pancake-flat, dimples, and stretch marks.
And He loves me. Values me.
He crafted me, molded me, in my mother’s womb. He made me the way I am.
And I wouldn’t change that for anything.