As I was staring in the mirror, wondering which shirt made me look less chubby, I overheard a young girl (14 or 15) outside my change room: "Ugh! I am so chubby! If anyone sees me in this, they'll just - aw man. I look so bad!"
Wake up call. Why do we listen to those negative self scripts and indulge them? What difference does it make if we need to lose the last ten pounds? I've had 'the last 25' on the brain since having my son. We're probably drop dead gorgeous anyway, but there those voices are, just the same.
I told her she looked beautiful, and had the tiniest waist.
Here's my call out to you, cyber people: For the next week, every time you berate yourself ("I am SO clumsy!"), follow it up with something loving ("I am SO awesome!".) Keep up a 1:1 ratio this week. I dare you. Let me know how it goes, blog buddies! I'll check back, too!
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