Fitness Street

Three months ago when I turned back on fitness street I took a before picture. After the first month I didn’t bother taking an after picture and when I did after the second month I didn’t even consider sharing it. I somehow got stuck thinking there wasn’t enough change to show and wondered what people would get out of it and how they would benefit. I have thought of this often since and the other day it came to me. I don’t have what looks like a crazy before and after. The transformation I see is my inner change reflecting on the outside. I’m not smiling in the first picture but I am now because I made a goal to believe in myself and invest a small amount of time each day on strengthening my body. I continue with my goal each day to gain muscle, lift a little bit of a heavier weight, stand up a straighter and keep smiling. Growing up I was often made fun of for being “too skinny” and was called “bones” and many other names. I was even pushed into a locker once in middle school after being called anorexic bitch, little did they know I just had an extremely high metabolism. My self confidence was slim to none. I spent a lot of time wishing I wasn’t so skinny. It has been a long time since anyone has called me bones. I have come a long way and no longer let it haunt me. This taught me a very important lesson early in life. You can’t judge by looking at someone what they are trying to loose, gain or if they are perfectly content just the way they are.