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.