Fitness is a journey, not a destination; you must continue for the rest of your life. May you forever be a work in progress 💪
“They keep saying that beautiful is something a girl needs to be.
But honestly? Forget that. Don’t be beautiful.
Be angry, be intelligent, be witty, be klutzy, be interesting, be funny, be adventurous, be crazy, be talented – there is an eternity of other things to be other than beautiful.
And what is beautiful anyway but a set of letters strung together to make a word?
Be your own definition of amazing, always.
That is so much more important than anything beautiful, ever.” – Nikita Gill
It’s so important to remember where you came from to appreciate where you’re going…
9 years ago, I was a dance major STARVING my body, depleting it with cardio, and felt unworthy of being ANYTHING other than a size double zero.
5 years ago, I was HAUNTED by food. I tried desperately to lose weight as I continued to battle an eating disorder. I was lost about what I wanted to do in my life, and spent most days counting calories, and planning my next diet.
3 years ago, I suffered from an extreme LACK of self-confidence and body HATRED after “recovering” and gaining back all of the weight I had so unhealthily kept off for years.
I have learned the value of FUELING my body.
I no longer DIET.
I ENJOY a life I never thought I would.
I wear a bathing suit MINUS the panic attack.
I workout because I LOVE my body, not to torture it.
Eating disorders, anxiety, body dysmorphia, you name it, I struggled with it. We’re all given our own battles and struggles to fight, and this was mine. BUT it was not without a LESSON.
I’ve made it my personal mission to help other women find beauty in their own strength, FUEL their bodies healthfully, and learn to LOVE fitness. And to me the fact that I get to do that EVERY SINGLE DAY for a living is EVERYTHING!!!
There is a story behind this very odd picture I promise… see that flub I’m holding. I noticed it in my bathing suit the other day and smiled.. odd reaction right?!
What you don’t know is one of the few college memories I have is of that flub. I remember noticing it for the first time at school. I stood in my Mitchell hall dorm room for about 20 minutes analyzing it, crying, squeezing, poking, and pinching.
I was starting to increase my calories after years of restricting and I was miserable in my skin… looking back I was still incredibly underweight at the time, but I didn’t feel it.