mirror, mirror on the wall...

So....  here I am in front of my bathroom mirror....and all I see is my muffin top spilling over my jeans....because I had the need to fit in a so called "smaller" size.
 
Why do I allow a little tag with a number rule how I feel about myself?  Why does that little tag hold so much power over me?  Good question!  Now I think about the bag of chips I ate yesterday, a small measly bag of chips where the packet contains 3/4 air.  Thinking of it, who bought them anyways?  Sabotaging my inner strength and to top it off, I haven't been the gym either this week!
 
Well, saying that, going to the gym, eating no this or that and then lose a few measly inches... all in the wrong spots!  Is it worth all the "pain" ?
 
I also have good days  <smiles>   where I look in the mirror and go, “you rock girlfriend”...”lets go and shake that booty”.
 
I love my clear sparkling eyes my smile and how the hair sits, well...move over Beyoncé
 
On days like that I probably wear a bigger size jean.
 
Back to my question.  When did I allow a small tag with a number to impact on how I feel about my body?  My body is wonderful and amazing.  It brings me from A to B, works like a well-oiled machine, supports me, and much more
 
Would it make a difference if I would live squeaky clean and be a size 8?  Probably not!
 
Soooo.... back to the gym, back to not eating bread (but toast is so easy in the morning!)and back to wearing a bigger size jean (for now at least)
 
Looking in the mirror... at my sparkling, clear eyes, hair sits ok, telling myself... you ROCK no matter what girlfriend, and yep, the smile appears.
 
Whatever size or shape.- we all ROCK... and you better believe it
 
See you on the dancefloor called life ...shaking that booty.
 
Love & Light
Toni
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