I actually wrote this post a few months ago and never published it. I think it’s worth posting. Rock on people of every shape and size.

Originally written in July 2016:
The other morning as I was getting on with my day I was asked if everything was okay. I wasn’t sure where the conversation was going. Then the question arose as to whether I had been stress eating, as it kind of appeared that I gained weight. This question was being raised out of concern by someone who hadn’t seen me in a couple of weeks and I didn’t take offense to it. I realized right then and there that I’ve grown in such a way that I have a confidence in myself that isn’t easily shaken. More than anything I was taken aback by the concerned question at hand. I’ve never felt better about myself over these past months, so it didn’t even occur to me that someone may have been worried about my physical appearance.

Truth be told, I haven’t really thought about emotional eating since I gave up dieting eight months ago. It never comes into play anymore, as I’m not analyzing and hemming and hauling over my food choices. I do, however, stay in tune with my body and how I’m feeling. Just two weeks ago I realized I was slacking on my exercise and I’m stronger physically and mentally when I incorporate activity into my life. I relish the way I feel after I work out. I began running again at least five minutes a day with my dog. She’s a good running partner for me. After just one week of running again (even at five minutes a day), I felt that much better and more toned.

Back to that conversation that threw me off guard…I went on with my morning. I took my dog for a run. I was meeting my boyfriend’s family for the first time later that evening. Instead of freaking out wondering if my boyfriend thought I’ve gained weight since someone else noticed, or what his parents would think of me, I put on my favorite red dress and a red lipstick and felt pretty.

Years ago I would have been beating myself up thinking I was overweight and ugly if someone would have asked me directly if I gained weight. Now, it’s different. I honestly couldn’t tell you if I’ve gained weight as I no longer weigh myself. What I can tell you is that my clothes fit and when I look in the mirror I like who I see. I love myself as I am right now, something we all should feel about ourselves.

I realize I was being asked this question out of genuine concern and no one was shouting in my face that I was “fat,” but I still thought this story was worth sharing. No matter what context we’re being asked, it’s a strange thing when the subject of “weight” comes into play.

Let’s remember to focus on who we may have touched in a day, who needs good vibes and prayers, how we can make a difference in anything and everything that is important to us, who needs our attention, how grateful we are to have the ability to love, and how our smile can brighten someone’s day. Shall we?