Yesterday, I saw a
picture of me all dressed up, in heels, at a dinner reception in LA. Sounds fancy schmancy, huh? Well, for me, the event was awesome, however, my feelings, when looking at that picture, turned to bitterness realizing just how big I am and how I let myself get that way.
I've always had an issue with my body image. When I was an avid runner and down to size 2, I battled the
I'm TOO skinny image. When I was pregnant with my third child I battled the
I'm as big as a house image. Now, that my youngest is 4-yrs-old, I battle the
How in the heck did I let myself get this big? image. See. It's not me. I love running. I love exercise. I love eating healthy, but the daily chaos of being a wife, running a household, running a business, and raising three children almost all school aged... well, it gets the best of me. So, what IS the story of the fat girl behind the blog and, most importantly, is there anyone who feels my pain? How can I become
stronger, in not only my will power, but the way I perceive myself?
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