Yesterday was rough.
It was one of those days where I felt excruciatingly self conscious about my appearance. In fact, for a good chunk of the day, I was predominately basing my worth on my appearance. I was checking myself in any reflective serface I walked by, seeking some sort of validation, only to be met with waves of self loathing.
But I did what I needed to do to fight it.
I got out of the house. I spent time with friends. I moved my body. I surrounded myself with the things I love.
It's crazy how difficult it is to do those things when you're in self-hatred mode.
But those are the things that will save you.
I think it's when you're first trying really hard to make changes that opposition hits the heaviest. But you've just got to have faith that if you keep pushing against the opposition, things will get so much better.
Hello, my name is Emma and I like cheese.