It’s amazing how a reflection in the mirror gauges my self-esteem for the day. Today, I went to the gym, did a typical workout and felt good when us I was done. While I was changing in the locker room and bent over to grab my shirt, I saw it…BELLY ROLLS!! Immediately guilt kicked and my anxiety surged. I worked out, I did ab work and lifted weights and felt good until I saw my gross gut. I wanted to change back in my gym clothes and go for another run, or maybe do an obscene amount of sit-ups, anything to make my stomach go away FAST. And then I remembered that I told my fiance I would be on my home a few minutes earlier. My fiance, he loves me no matter what, tall or short, fat or thin, he loves me. It was that realization that got me to walk out of the gym. Even after leaving the gym and getting home to my loving fiance, I still didn’t fell good about my appearance. Frumpy, bloated, fat and unattractive…That’s how I felt.
The evening goes on, and I’m trying to keep busy working on wedding stuff to avoid thinking about the image of my stomach rolls. Ugh, those damn rolls, which I know in reality is just my skin and probably bulged because I just drank a gallon of water after my workout.
Now I await for bed, to crawl under the covers and pray for strength to overcome my eating disorder. I pray for acceptance of my new body after years of starvation. I also pray for guidance in my life and for God to show me the reason why I was cursed with this awful disease. Some day I’ll see myself as beautiful.
