love my body

i’m finding it very difficult to be satisfied w/ my body right now. for some reason it’s seemed to have grown magically. um, i don’t want it to have grown, but it has. how? i have no clue. i work out at least four days a week for at least an hour and a half, i think i eat decent meals, have decent health habits, but for some reason my size has gotten bigger.

it’s paaaaainful. i feel uncomfortable. i want to love my body. i want to accept each ripple, each piece, each part of it. i guess i have to talk to it, tell it nice things. maybe that’ll help.

i’m not a big nike fan, but i love this ad. my ass is gigantimous and clothes don’t like to fit my body properly. but this badonkadonk – it has character. and there’s nothing wrong w/ it.

trying on clothes today was pretty devastating. i mean, how many sizes is my body going to want to go up? but at the same time i had to remind myself that it wasn’t necessarily that my sizes keep increasing, but that my butt isn’t made for these small-butted clothes bottoms. i just need to look for comfy stretch pants and skirts that fit better. and not be hard on myself.

my body has changed, morphed into this woman-mold. i no longer fit into the juniors clothes; those odd sizes don’t fit well with my ass or my hips. it’s misses for me, even though i’m 22 years old. it’s been hard to accept these changes.
and?
so what.
so my body changes. that doesn’t mean it’s not beautiful. i have the ability to walk without pain. i can pump weights with ease (sometimes). i can dance if i so desire. my body loves me much more than i love it.
hopefully, through gently talking to myself, i learn to love it more also.