Aside from the bright, cheerful color, I love what my itty bitty CrossFit shorts represents, which is pure appreciation and love for my body.
I haven’t always loved my body.
As a teenager, I remember going into swimming pools with an over sized t-shirt, because I didn’t think I would look good in a bathing suit. I wasn’t the only one.
During my college years, I whittled down to a size double zero — to appease my boyfriend — because that is what he and society thought was beautiful. I didn’t really give much thought to what I thought was beautiful.
When I became a mother, I struggled with my new widened hips, larger breasts, stretch marks, mommy pouch and softer silhouette.
Decades wasted on silent self loathing.
Despite how others, from friends to lovers, viewed me as beautiful, I just didn’t see it.
It’s messed up, isn’t it? Years of brainwashing, body shaming and a bill of lies we have been sold will do that to you.
Even to this day, I still have my momentary struggles with my body image.
However, my experiences at CrossFit have allowed me to adopt a healthier view. No longer do I agonize over a number on a scale; rather, I focus on how my body feels.
Whenever I go to CrossFt, no one is pointing out others’ “flaws.” Instead they are literally cheering and clapping for you to reach your goals.
“I will be happy when I reach my goal weight.”
Do you know what I think now? I am not going to WAIT to be happy until I reach a certain WEIGHT.
Oprah calls that her A-ha moment! I just had mine.