Patience.
Understanding.
Love.
Gratitude.
And those gains are the ones that deserve recognition as they speak to my mental and emotional growth as a typically appearance-centric, self-conscious, approval-seeking woman in my thirties.
I may have arrived home a bit heavier, but I can assure you I feel lighter.
I gained some pounds sure, but I shed the disdain I feel over them.
I didn’t lose any weight, but I did rid myself of the idiotic belief that I needed or need to in the first place.
While I’m not saying that you need to go on an eating and drinking frenzy to have fun, I am absolutely maintaining that if you do, you shouldn’t feel an ounce of guilt over it.
My weight is up.
That’s a fact.
But, so are my spirits.
And that’s a more important one.
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This piece originally appeared at Jthreenme, published with permission.
