Monday, May 13, 2013
That's right, I did. I had a nice slinky black tank top that I tucked in instead of my normal hide my tummy wear the shirt to cover up. I wore my nice harem pants and my laced jacket - went out to dinner for Mothers day.
I've decided part of learning to accept my imperfections and love me no matter what me size is, is to not hide my size, but to compliment, working colors and patterns and different looks. Hiding my stomach is my shame, and that is not something I am going to do anymore. I am not ashamed of my size. I am not ashamed that I am a bigger person. I am learning how to take better care of myself, which means portions, exercise, sleep (important) and lower my stress level significantly.
My husband complimented me tonight on how pretty I looked. Yes he dotes on me, but tonight it was even more sincere and more enthusiastic about his comments. (We've been married 16+ years, and yes he's seen me yo-yo about, beat myself up because of my weight, hide, cry etc) This time he has noticed the difference of how I am approaching this, and why. It was a good evening.
Now off to have fresh strawberries over angel food cake. Delightfully light and healthy dessert that is sinfully tasty.
Remember - Hiding is Shame. Shame is not allowed here anymore. We are worthy of love, we are worthy of being accepted, we are worthy of belonging. (I SO LOVE Brene Brown)