For the longest time I was a BITCH.
I was fierce, strong, driven and independent. Witty, smart and successful but boy was I mean! Often angry and frustrated. And the plateau I hit in my life just added to the self hate and low self-esteem. I was embarrassed and often avoided people, family and any real connections by being short and rude.
An entitled know it all I masked my deepest secrets: I hated myself and my life. It took a huge kick in the ass, 2+years of kicks in the ass, to be completely humbled and for things to change. I was stripped of any relevant achievement and everything I owned. Miserable and angry I became an easy target. I wanted a different life, I wanted to change. I started with my health. Everyday I was uncomfortable, out of breath and tbh Thanksgiving was around the corner and my pants were already too tight. At least 50lbs over weight, I decided to start small. One step at a time. 2lbs at a time.
With every pound I shed I gained insight. The fitness journey quickly turned into a story about change. A story of a woman thru perseverance who became her own guiding light away from negativity she was accustomed to.
Now that I am happy (most days) and becoming a huge advocate for self care and self love I find myself feeling like a fake. Im far from perfect and still have some work to do, I find I am deeply insecure. I struggle with acceptance of my own accomplishments and constantly seek validation from others.