Please tilt your heads to the left to appreciate my smile.
So how did I end up so big? Well, the love for food would be one. But the love of food can be used as a way to hide one's self. You get emotional, let's eat! You get happy, let's eat! You get stressed, let's eat! You're with friends, more reason to eat! I ate because I thought I was not good enough. I was told that if you truly loved yourself, to look at yourself in the mirror, into those windows that hold your soul and really felt the love for you, you would take care of the physical "temple" that houses your spirit. I've tried a few times to do that but it takes a lot of practice, self-awareness and the overall feeling of gratitude for what you are and what you have and to accept that you are definitely worth it and good enough for anything.
Also, food can be an addiction. Only eating that chocolate makes you feel good eh? I'm not saying chocolate is bad, I will be one of those who agree with others out there that everything in moderation is acceptable but... I went over the edge just a little. I liked food, enjoyed it and ate it... maybe a little bit too much at times. Maybe I should talk to that guy who created the quote about life being too short...
Then there's the lack of exercise. I used to go to the gym 5 times a week, had a personal trainer who pushed me and I kept that up for almost a year. When did it go downhill? When I fell down half a flight of stairs, hurt my foot real bad to the point where I thought it was broken and since it took a while to recover, I couldn't bring myself to exercise again. I used it as an excuse to have an easy life. From then I earned myself the title of "Miss Start-Stop" because I would start an exercise programme and then stop after a while for various reasons - no time, too busy, work is suddenly more important, I'm not seeing the results fast enough, I'm too tired and so on. Hey, if I can start making excuses maybe it's high time I actually stopped making them too!
And there are friends who convince you being cuddly is just the way to go! I've been told by many that I'm just so nice to hug. I am. And I've been told having fuller cheeks will make me look younger and cuter. I am cute and young. I really appreciate their compliments and I am grateful to have good friends who love me for who I am. At the end of the day, I have now asked myself, what do I want? How do I choose to live? And who do I choose to become?
These are just some of the reasons. I've been small once, I'm ready to do my best to get there again and maybe this time even beyond that.