I remember how I used to take a million different pictures just to be able to one day post a spectacular before and after. Pinching fat, poking sides, sucking in stomach, pushing back hips.
I longed to feel better, skinnier, fitter and healthier. The hurt and shame would be read from the first picture, the second would consist of a glowing fitblr queen.
No one told me though, that I would only reach that goal if I loved the first girl just as much as the second. If I was perfectly content with big boobs, a big belly and big hips. If I promised to myself to love upon my body forever and unconditionally.
And no one told me that if I reached that first goal, a before and after picture would be unnecessary. Because I would look at the two pictures and see myself for the queen I am, undefined by my weight.
I am Jasmine. I am a runner. I love exercise. I’m a mom. I’m a lover. I’m messy. I get really hangry. I love to sleep. I love nature. I think too much. I’m a chocolate addict. I’m an introvert. I’m a feeler. I’m the exact same person in both of the pictures above.
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