Confession: I don’t love my arms.
Most of the time, when I see them, I just think they are fat.
I’ll never forget the day when I was 16, trying on saris in India, struggling to get the fashionable, very tight, sleeves over my arms.
As I pulled, the auntie squeezed my arm with her fingers and pronounced it “too fat.”
I knew it was silly, but suddenly I saw my arms in a whole new light.
And I’ve seen them that way ever since.
It’s hard, isn’t it?
To see the good in our bodies and not just the flaws?
We really can’t let ourselves be defined by every photoshopped picture we see in magazines and on billboards.
They aren’t real, and we know it.
Yet we judge ourselves by them anyway.
Every now and then though, I do remember the truth about my body.
This week we did the 1000s for Detox Monday.
That means 100 burpees, 100 pushups, 100 bicep curls, 100, shoulder presses, and lots more.
My not-skinny-arms did it all!
That’s right, my arms might not be skinny, but they are strong.
And that is something.
Strong is the new skinny, girls.
Now keep on Living Fit!