I used to tell myself, that if a certain “thing” happened, I would never survive. I used to tell myself if a certain “thing” happened, I would NOT tolerate it. I would not forgive it. I would not be able to go on with my life. Yet, here I am. Living and breathing. Going on …
The girl in the picture is me. Three years ago. When I first jumped into health and fitness for myself. After struggling for years with low self esteem, lacking confidence in myself. I jumped in. I worked out. Watched what I ate. Now I look at that picture and wonder what happened to that girl …
I am an emotional person. I cry easy. I just never thought the tears would be flowing after a Pound class. I mean, seriously, who cries over a workout? I had no idea exercise could bring out all your emotions, and take you on this emotional roller coaster and leave you a weepy mess at …
“You’re such a difficult person to get along with.” Those words were written in my grade eight yearbook by a teacher I really liked. A teacher I THOUGHT liked me. Those words have stuck with me to this day. At the time, I felt a bit crushed by the weight of them. It made me …
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