I’ve Let Myself Go

It’s sad but true. I hate looking in the mirror. I hate the way my clothes fit. I just hate…

Hate is a word we’re not allowed to use in our house… not out loud.  But I say it to myself all the time, in my head.

And it hurts.

How did I get here? How do I get out… get out of this body that I’m trapped in?

I used to love to exercise and treat my body like it should be treated. And I felt good… I even had a swagger about me.

Now I just sneak around hoping no one sees me. But how is that possible when I feel like I’ve doubled in size? I’m hard to miss now.

I definitely miss being in photos with my children. You know the ones, those awesome candid shots showing us loving life, loving each other and loving ourselves. It’s been a few years since I’ve felt like standing in front of the camera and not behind.

How did I get here? How do I get out… get out of this body that I’m trapped in?

What do I do? Where do I start? I don’t want to hate anymore.