Monday, September 28, 2015

No One Cares



A little over a month ago I was at a Vegas pool party for a bachelorette with a group of 5 former cheerleaders, all a little self conscious because that's what cheerleading does; it creates a warped self body image. We strolled in, found a a vacant spot, and I looked around and a judgmental thought passed, "Did these girls not think it was a good idea to work out before Vegas in the summer?" Then I thought again. While I was standing there, wishing my butt was 2" higher and that my arms looked sculpted at rest, these girls didn't give a ****. How liberating it must be to not give a damn, to love yourself and be comfortable in your own skin. Because do you know who else doesn't care if you have a little muffin top hanging over your bathing suit bottoms? Everyone else around you.

The moral of the story is: don't be so hard on yourself. Be healthy. Eat better. Exercise. But do it because you love your body, not because you hate it.