I am overweight. There is no denying that. And I could blame it on my thyroid, or my PCOS, or my back problem – all of which contribute – but the truth is I have a love/hate relationship with food. I love eating it, I hate what it does to my body lol no but on a serious note, I do have disordered eating.
But I am more than my weight, and it’s taken me so long to realise that. I am funny, in fact I can be hilarious. I’m intelligent, though hold no common sense. I’m fiercely loyal to my close circle. I’m friendly. And I’m forgiving, too forgiving sometimes.
The numbers on the scale only give me the numerical reflection of my relationship with gravity. It does not measure talent, beauty, strength or love.
I don’t for one minute suggest that being under or overweight is healthy, or that under/overweight people could do with losing/gaining a few pounds.
What I AM suggesting, is that perhaps you look beyond the body shape and realise there is a person underneath. And, after all, if you judge a book by its cover you may just be missing out on the greatest story.
The Warrior Within 