Why? What could you unhappy with? Many people would kill to look like you.
Over the past two years I’ve got to a healthy, fit weight. Athletic. I got to a point where I looked in the mirror and actually thought to myself ‘damn I look hot today’.
But then I got sad. In 6 months I dropped a further stone in weight. Why? Because I blamed (blame) myself for the falling apart of the best thing that happened to me. Because my moving to Nottingham changed everything, but it mainly changed me. I’ve never been treated like I was in Nottingham. I’d get in from work and want to hide under the covers until I had to drag myself back to that hellhole again in the morning. I had to get back to normality, to familiar, back to Norwich to get better again. But Dom had moved to me, he’d got it all sorted, we’d be together in Notts, a new start together. But I couldn’t stay and he couldn’t be with Nottingham-me. The me he fell for, who he loved and who I loved disappeared and I don’t blame him for not loving Nottingham-me. No sunshine or spark, just gloomy and gray, anxious.
Bringing it back to the original point.
Reblog if you’re unhappy with your body.
I believe this is missing the point.
I don’t wish to generalize, but I think the body is used as an excuse for the mind. I admit that I am destructive towards my body. I don’t nourish it enough, I work it too hard and I punish it. I feel so guilty and I take it out on myself.
But it isn’t because I’m unhappy with my body. It’s because I’m unhappy with my mind. The body just takes the blows.
My body is a wonderful, strong machine, it’s fucking incredible what I do every day. I see my patient’s bodies failing them and I should be praising a higher power that I don’t believe in for such a blessing. But it’s the mind, right?
Heal the mind and the see the beautiful body.
A lot of people reblogged ‘reblog if you’re unhappy with your body’. I wonder what it really is that’s troubling them, because the body is just taking the blows.