Me and my BFF head out for GirlsNightOut. Bonefish, raspberry martinis, looking hott... We get finished with dinner and I'm all like "let's go do something!" We drive downtown and finally settle on a place to go shake it (there is a lot more to that story, but we will leave it at that!) and I am all for it. I mean, so is she, but she is my "trail-blazer". I am not sure she agrees, but she is!
Now, if you know me... especially the past-6-years-or-so-Christina, then I know you just backed up and read the first paragraph again.
Christina wanted to go out? Like out-out?
that. right there.
BFF admitted she was a bit surprised. I guess I was too. But I am here to tell ya, I have been working on myself. Physically? Yeah, yeah, same old insanity there. I mean MeNtALLy.
Am I happy being the big girl? No
Do I still deserve to be happy and do fun things? Yes
Am I going to stop battling my weight? No
Should I at least enjoy my life along the way? Yes
I have started looking around me. There are ALL shapes and sizes. I am one of them. I am not happy with my shape, but dang...it does not mean I should hole up in the house and hide from the world and all it has to offer.
I love to dance. (albeit not well) I LOVE good, strong bass lines in the music. I love getting dressed up and wearing something that flatters MY body. I love time with my BFF.
...but in order to enjoy all of those things...
I have to love me.