Finding The Balance: A Letter To Myself About Self-Love

Because sometimes we’ve just got to show ourselves a little appreciation.

This is a letter I wrote to myself that I hope will remind you to be happy with who you are now.

I lost 90 pounds because I thought it would make me happier, but it didn’t.

So I had to go on a journey to discover self-love.

Dear me,

At the ripe ole’ age of 21, you weighed nearly 240 pounds. You thought that was a lot for a 5 foot 4-inch statute to carry around.

At that same age, you married the love of your life.

Yes, at your heaviest someone actually decided to spend the rest of their life with you.

Fast forward 6 years, throw in two pregnancies and there you are – you busted your butt to get to the glorious number of 150 lbs. 90 lbs gone.

That is like watching a large sized dog just walk away. You finally weighed just a few more pounds than you did in high school.

Did you brag about the accomplishment? Heck yea! Who doesn’t want to throw that number around like a frisbee? Ninety pounds is a big deal.

But guess what, you weren’t happy. You sacrificed so much to get to the point where a certain number would flash on the scale.

Now, this isn’t a pity letter. Nope, this is far from it.

Over the next 2 years or so you would gain a few pounds, but you felt good. It finally sunk in that the number on the scale didn’t matter. That the size of your jeans and t-shirts didn’t matter.

As long as you were happy, and as long as you felt good in your body, the number on the scale meant nothing.

Along the way, you started learning about self-love. What it really means to love yourself.

Or, I guess I should say what you thought it meant to love yourself.

‘I love my body’

‘I love my curves’

‘This body grew two human beings’

‘My husband loves this body’

So you spent the next year or so focusing on accepting the appearance of your body. Learning to love the reflection in the mirror.

Appearance.

Let that sink in.

You were on a self-proclaimed ‘self-love journey.’ 

But what you didn’t realize was that you were navigating a thin line.

Sure, you had ‘conquered’ the ‘I love my body for what it is’ mindset, but what about actually loving your body.

You know, giving it the nutrients that it craves, the water that helps you survive.

Your body wasn’t made to just sit on the couch, it was made to move.

Shouldn’t nourishment and physical activity be just as important in self-love as appearance? Yes, it should be!

And guess what, as much as you preach about self-love, you’re only practicing half of what you preach.

Let’s work on balance. The balance of not drinking a daily Mt. Dew while still loving the curves that my body shows.

Knowing that it is okay to have two fun-sized candy bars a day, but let’s not turn it into two fun-sized candy bars, a cookie, and a stroopwafel.

How about actually stretching and moving your body instead?

Give your body the love that it craves.

Move daily.

Feed yourself for health.

Find the balance.

Be able to say that you truly love yourself.

 

With much love,

A strong and beautiful lady (aka you)

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This letter was written by Self Love Beauty.

Article was originally published by Unwritten.