These use to be common questions:
"Are you pregnant?" "How far along are you?" "Do you know the gender yet?"
And while these question would be great and a cause for excitement in most cases, they were a knife in my heart and a slap in the face for me. I felt huge and as if all eyes were on me with everyone pointing and laughing like a bad teeny bopper movie. Why? Because I wasn't pregnant. I wasn't carrying a child. I had gained some weight and all of it decided to go to my belly with just a little in my hips. (unfortunately, I still had no booty lol) I had gained about 30 pounds of almost all body fat on a small 5' 7" frame. I never carried body fat well. After about 6 months (give or take) of just unadulterated self-loathing and hatred with a side of depression, I decided to do something about it. I changed my habits, started to exercise, and in about a year and a half, I went from about 150 lbs at around 35-40% body fat, I now hover around 130 lbs at around 21% body fat. So I lost between 25-30 lbs of pure body fat, and I felt better. I didn't hate what stared at me in the mirror. I am no where near perfect. I still have a touch of love handles, a bit of a pouch, and no ripped abs. That's ok. I have at times nic-picked myself trying to compare myself to some of the girls I see in competition or on instagram, but I understand I am NOT in competition mode, those girls don't even look like that 24/7. And while I would love to lose another 2% or so of body fat, I still look pretty doggone good if I do say so myself.
So whats the point? The point is this. If you cringe when you look in the mirror, what are you doing about it? What are you going to do today to get one step closer to your own goals? What are you going to accomplish?