I still remember the first time I discovered stretch marks on my thighs.
I was ten years old and so embarrassed that my body seemed to just keep growing.
𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘵.
𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤.
And suddenly I had even more proof of that.
I quickly learned to pick out allllll the things I hated about my body, stretch marks included.
But I’d also like to argue that that hatred of my body also taught me my biggest lesson.
I decided I was going to learn everything I could about how to make my body shrink.
So I started to learn about nutrition.
Started to move more.
And after YEARS of destroying myself to lose weight I finally learned balance.
𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡.
My ability to move.
And I’d like to argue that thanks in part to those stretch marks I am the person I am now.
I became athletic.
I learned what it meant to be dedicated.
I made a living out of sharing my passion for fitness and nutrition with others.
Now those stretch marks are a sign of my strength, acceptance for my body, and are a tiny little piece of why I continue to work hard today.
𝗪𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟? 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐭?