30 May I have always hated my arms
I have always hated my arms
I have always hated my arms. In fact, as a baby I had super chubby arms. I’m not exaggerating. The kind with rolls on them- like the Pillsbury dough boy. For real.
My mom said people used to “comment” on the 9 rolls on my arms (yes there were 9 of them). She told me that people used to stop her on the street and say “that’s a big bruiser of a boy you got there!”
It never mattered that I had a pink bow in my hair (true story- you can ask her if she hasn’t already told you or you can look at the pictures below.
Hating my arms was never-ending.
When I was in the best shape of my life I still hated my arms.
When I was in the worst shape of my life- I hated my arms.
In a tank top – I hated my arms.
In a strapless dress… I hated my arms.
In ANYTHING no matter what… I hated my arms.
It could be 110 degrees outside and I would likely still have had something covering my arms.
You could have told me that you loved my arms and it wouldn’t have mattered.
I hated them.
You know what the funny thing is? You likely have not ever noticed my arms.
You see- WE hyper focus on ridiculous things about US that no one else notices! Everyone does it.
We focus on something ridiculous that no one else notices.
I decided a while back that I would LOVE my arms. Not because they would CHANGE or all of a sudden be totally different but because there is GRATITUDE in what my arms do daily for me. That list is so long.
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Focus on what we LOVE not what we hate and everything starts to shift.
xo Natalie Jill
