Today, I ran while fat. 2 miles. It felt good, except that I thought a cool 84 Degrees did not warrant water - it does - so my second mile was rougher going than I planned.
A friend of mine has some really incredibly fun, no-fucks given style, and I commented on his FB post, “teach me how to fashion.” He replied with some great tips, including “I have a zero tolerance policy for criticizing my body at all.”
I just thought that was true body love revolutionary talk so I embraced it and decided to not only give no fucks but to embrace my body and run as pictured above, except with shoes, of course. Running while fat is an experience. The looks aren’t all imagined. But you know what, I felt free. I ran free.
He went on to say
I mean not even things like “I hate the way my ass looks in this” or “my arms look like shit in this.” Both of those would be immediately reframed to “I hate the way THIS looks on my amazing, lucious ass” and “I wish this flattered my super strong and kickass arms, what a bummer/piece of shit item of clothing.”
So I reframed the photo above and decided that while the skirt is not entirely flattering to my thighs and the outfit itself certainly exposes my tummy, that’s just the way the clothes look. And truly, I’m only concerned about my belly because of what other people might think about it. Friends, lovers, family members, strangers.
But none of that matters.
All that matters is that I love me, all of me. So I rewarded myself with a run with the breeze on my back and my tummy and nothing holding my arms back. I felt the jiggle in my wiggle and I embraced it. I could have done things a lot differently the last few months. Even in the last twenty four hours.
But I didn’t, and I can’t go back. So I’m starting a personal revolution. No more negative self talk. Ever. Reframe. Re-evaluate. Love love love all of me.
“I have a zero-tolerance policy for criticizing my body. At all. Ever.” - Tuesday. And now, Tonya, too.
Tonya is awesome.