You stand in front of the mirror every morning and stare back at your hopeful self. You think “when I lose 5 lbs, when these love handles finally disappear, when my abs are peaking out – then I will be happy”. I am here to ask you to stop waiting to be happy with your body. The truth is, no change to how our bodies look will ever bring real (& lasting) happiness! Sure – it might make us happy for some amount of time, but soon enough we will find something else that needs to be improved.
The problem is that society has us convinced that people with perfect bodies are the happiest, the most capable, the most loved. The truth? Not this!
While some with your “ideal” body type might be happy, there are even more that aren’t – because they too are finding things that could be better. It is a negative cycle that our minds play, where we seek out things that aren’t perfect.
We obsess and our egos tell us that we aren’t worth as much as others yet, but when we get the perfect external appearance we will be. Our egos create excuses to explain why we aren’t at our best in other areas of life.
The REAL truth? Happiness with your body doesn’t come from a scale or measurements. It comes from loving your body for what it is. Find love for the body parts that you used to pick out with disgust. Accept your body as it is, and then show it how much you love it by treating it with love, respect, and commitment.
That’s right – treat your body like you would treat a partner.
When you love your body, show it affection, and commit to keeping it at its best; then you will find the happiness you’ve been looking for.
Six months ago, I struggled to look in the mirror and not find something that could be better. I wished my legs were smaller, my stomach tighter, my arms more toned. I was exercising and eating well, but could never seem to be happy with the person I looked at every day. So I took a mental overhaul. Every day since then, I have started my mornings reminding myself what I love about my body. I used to hate my legs – now I am thankful that they are able to take me where I want to go. I remind myself every day that I love that my body moves me, that it allows me to interact with the world and express myself. And today, six months later, I can finally say that I love my body. And because I love it, I work hard and eat well. I commit over an hour a day to treating my body with respect. And because of that, I am happier (and for what it’s worth, my body is starting to look the way I used to always wish it would).
You will find pride in your efforts to stay focused, excitement in the potential of your physical and mental self, and unconditional love in the power of you.
Your body may be perfect some days. Other days it may not be. But love it just the same and because you love it, commit to it.