Sometimes I forget, where I came from and the trials I’ve endured. Years of neglect and abuse, that fuled this fire to prove to myself that I am something better and stronger than I’ve been taught.
Sometimes I forget how good it felt to wake up every morning and work my tush off literally until my body was toned and muscular and beautiful and I enjoyed looking in the mirror.
Sometimes I forget, how hard I have fallen and the ridicule I have been subjected to at a larger size. How much I want to break free from my insecurities and conquer all those cruel voices in my head.
Sometimes I forget that this is about me. My body, my health, my self-image, confidence and energy.
Sometimes I forget to forget what other people have to say, what other people have said and how little their opinions count.
Sometimes I forget that I am strong and beautiful and in control of my self and my body. That I can conquer any obstacle.
Sometimes I forget that people with physical incapablities far surpassing any aches and pains I have, have done so much more.
Sometimes I forget to appreciate who I am and realize that I took this struggle to turn my life around for so many good reason.
Sometimes I just need to remember who I am and why this is exactly what I want, no matter how hard.
I guess we all just need a reminder sometimes.
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