I guess there's no running away from this. So, NO! I am not comfortable with my body. Oh, only the flabby tummy. The rest? I'm fine with them.
I dont have perfect arms, no perfect legs, imperfect face. But only by the Vogue Magazine's standards. By the standards of the Most High, I am perfect!
So, yes, I go about my day hoping I'd lose a pound but I don't stress it out. I watch what I eat (now) and (struggle to ) exercise but I don't really make a career out of it. I wish I could wear form fitting clothes, or the least, clothes off the rack but I am right now fine with what I have. Or at least, I can still shuffle my clothes and pull off a decent and interesting ensemble.
I thank God for my body. It's the only one I have.
P.S. I will try to write more regularly. I will probably write with a lot more heart in it.
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