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Moment of clarity

We all have moments of clarity. Figuring out major we want, that the acid wash jeans were just an awful idea and that the fifth burrito was a bad choice. Moments of clarity are those moments when everything is so simple, so right, so… so. When you have a moment of clarity you feel invincible and ready to take on the whole world. It could be the teenage complex or it could be the joy of finally understanding some part of your life. I was lucky enough to have a moment of clarity this week.

Admittedly I was awful last week. I barely went to the gym and ate horribly. I wasn’t completing this overlaying goal that I wanted. I realized that I’m going to North Carolina in about four and half months. My first “weight loss goal” and it was approaching faster and faster. Followed by an annual Halloween party that I’m already looking at costumes for. To do all this I’ve convinced myself that I have to get down to a “size 2” physique.

I know many of you are thinking, “Amy that’s crazy.” And you would be completely correct. I would have to drop between 60-70 pounds in the next four and half months. To rest all your minds at ease, I’m not going to do it. This is my moment of clarity. I do want to loose weight, tone up and get healthy. To get this way, I don’t have to be a size two. Hell, I don’t have to be a size 6, 8 or 10. I have a booty, I have the boobies I have an hour glass figure.

I like that when I tell people I’m going to be a Pin Up girl circa 1940’s for Halloween they look at me and say, “I can see that”. And I like that I’m not wafer wafer thin that looks like if you touch me I’ll shatter. My moment of clarity is realizing that my curves aren’t something to fight or get rid of, they are something to embrace. It’s so simple. Embrace your curves, it’s a phrase we hear all the time. Why was it so difficult for me to get?

It was difficult because I was focused on what others saw as beautiful and healthy. I was focused on what I have been told I need to be. I was focused on something that doesn’t exist. The perfect woman. For me, I’m getting there. I’m a strong, independent and a self-aware woman. To me that’s getting close. How did I realize all of this? How did I become okay with it? I had a moment of clarity. What’s your moment of clarity? What have you realized?


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