To Anyone Who Wants a Different Body
I urge you to ask yourself this one question.
My dearest body critic,
I know. Today was supposed to be different.
Yesterday, you felt so excited to begin your journey toward having that beach-ready bod.
You had an entire workout mapped out. You swore you’d abstain from any sweet stuff, any greasy stuff, and you pushed the wine and tequila to the back of the cabinet.
Over and over you chanted, “Let’s fucking do this, baby!” or something spunky like that.
As you slept, you dreamt of yourself lounging by the pool and glistening with happiness in your new and improved frame. Soon enough, that glorious scene would no longer be a fantasy but a real moment in time.
Then tomorrow came. You woke up later than planned, and all that energy and exuberance from the night before had somehow fizzled.
Rather than lining the counter with fruit, spinach, and flax seeds to make your power smoothie, you opted for the Eggos and Mrs. Butterworth’s.
Rather than breaking a sweat from your high-intensity workout, you put on your stretchy pants and wondered if your motionless body would even need a shower.
