"You're the biggest offender when it comes to wearing yoga pants. And you're not a stick, you know? You've got some thick thighs on you."
This was a comment made to me today. For the record, I am WELL aware of EXACTLY how much space I take up, how much I weigh, and how small my friends are compared to me. I've been overweight my entire life, teetering on the "obese" line of BMI. I've been teased about it, called names (Ryan Vandegraaf, 7th grade, called me fat in front of the entire class. Not something I'll ever forget) and generally been kept aware that I'm "not a stick" - at 30 years old, this is not something I thought I'd still have to deal with.
Think before you speak. Have some basic level of self-awareness. You want to comment on someone's shape or size? Does it sound like "girllll you look fab!!"? No? Then keep your fucking mouth shut.
We as women struggle enough. If you aren't building your fellow women up, you need to take some time and work on yourself. Worry about yourself before you worry about me. And if you've got these women in your life, the ones who tear you down? Get rid of them. There are plenty of us who'd love to cheer you on.
I know it's not Transformation Tuesday or anything like that (IDGAF) but I wanted to share my "fitness" story and where I've been vs where I'm at today.
2013 (1st pic) - I decided I was sick of being uncomfortable in my own skin and I hit the gym. 6 days a week, 60 minutes of Stairmaster and then I eventually found the weight room (praise Oprah 🙌🏻).
2014 (2nd pic) I was in the best shape of my life - I felt great and I looked hot AF. But I was also using the gym as a source to channel my anxiety into, and really limiting myself food-wise - the willpower with me at that point was 100%. Read: not really enjoying LIFE.
2016 (3rd pic) I've gained back all the weight I lost, lost all my muscle gains, and am starting back at square one. But at least this time I know what the hell I'm doing. I took 2015 off from cardio and then 2016 has been a fucking free-for-all when it comes to food. CANT DO THAT. Can't do either of that. I've rid my life of anxiety-causing things and people, and I've got my head on straight. I don't like to call it "starting over" because life has ebbs and flows, and shit happens, and that's okay. We make mistakes, trip and stumble, but we're human. There's like 7 billion of us - and not one is "perfect".
Helen Foster aka HeleFab comin' atcha!