Do it for these babies (:
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Progress photos are my motivation! It makes me feel like I CAN DO IT TOO :)
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I’M SO EXCITED FOR MINE! THIS TRULY MOTIVATES ME!
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stophatingyourbody:
Hi, my name is Stella and I’m here to tell you there is nothing wrong with your body. Every roll, crease, crevice, bone, part, wrinkle, dimple, or so-called “imperfection” is absolutely okay as it is. In fact, it’s fucking wonderful.
We hear this said a lot - “She/he has a great body.” Well, shit. That must mean that something called a bad body exists out there. But here’s the good news - it’s a lie.
There is no such thing as a good or bad body. Our bodies are all beautiful because they are vessels for our souls. They allow us to feel, express, hurt, love, laugh, cry, and most importantly create change in the world. So why are we all so fixated with our boney knees, our chubby cheeks, our short legs, or thick thighs?
My body happens to be curvaceous. I have never been small, and never will be. And that’s just fucking fine. I am a happy, healthy, size 10/12 who has been blessed with an able body that tries it’s best to work with me, not against me. My body allows me to go to college. My body lets me walk my dogs. My body lets me hug my mom and dad. And most importantly, my body enables me to help others in need.
And yet, I used to hate every inch of it.
My fucked up head told me many things as a little girl. It told me I was too fat, too tall, had weird teeth, was too manly, too curvy, and all together too ugly to be worthy of love. Whether this was implanted in my brain my society or I was born with a self-destructive vendetta, I don’t know. And it doesn’t matter. What matters is how I treated myself.
I hurt my body in ways I wish upon nobody. I won’t get into specifics here, but there are a variety of actions one can take in order not to feel. Because that was the ultimate goal for me. If I could just shut my brain off, I wouldn’t feel so goddamn fat all the time. After years of trying to change myself, to be skinny, to be “desirable”, to be pretty, or popular, or any of the other BULLSHIT things I thought I needed to be happy,
I made peace with my vessel.
How do we make peace with our bodies? It starts with gratitude.
Start by thanking your body for what it can do. Are you a runner? A singer? An excellent cuddler? You can thank your body for enabling you to do that. Do you have a really interesting birthmark? Engaging eyes? Arched eyebrows? You can thank your body for being so goddamn fascinating to look at.
Most importantly, put a little love for your body into your daily routine.
For me (and this is JUST my experience, everyone has different experiences), I exercise, eat things of nutritional value, and when I want some fucking ice cream, I EAT SOME FUCKING ICE CREAM.
I stopped letting the chatter in my head about what it means to be beautiful dictate my life. Every day is not easy. Sometimes I wake up and wish I looked like someone else. But mostly, I’m grateful and proud of what I have. I make it a goal to treat myself and others with loving kindness, because it is not my business what size anyone is. It’s not even my business what size I AM.
WHY focus on all the things I think are wrong with me, when I can focus on what’s right?
I am a good friend. I’m a talented singer. I go a great college, which I got into because I’m a capable student, not because my stomach was the right size. I love my big, sexy hair, my curvy hips, and my shapely calves. I even respect by stomach rolls, because they are a part of me.
If you get anything out of this post, I hope it’s a little more appreciation for your body. Remember that whatever made you, whether you believe it was God, evolution, the Force of the Universe, Yahweh, Buddha, Allah, or simply, um - your parents - THEY DIDN’T MAKE NO JUNK.
You are a fucking remarkable person in your own right. If you let others or your own messed-up head tell you what it means to be beautiful, acceptance of yourself will be difficult.
I encourage you to speak out. To feel. To struggle. To stop a conversation when it turns to body-shaming. To not put down other body types to feel better about your own. There is no need to be perfect - the road to loving your body is a long and difficult one.
But I promise you it is worth it.
If you want to talk, anytime day or night, please email me at stellarose@nyu.edu
I just started a blog called thebodyloveblog.tumblr.com which I hope is going to blossom into a celebration of fashion, shape, and the general sexiness of the human population. Check it out if you’d like.
Oh, one more thing -
I love you, just as you are in this moment. I hope you can one day feel the same about yourself.
Puppies, smiles, and rainbows,
Stella
BE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION!
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Ran my second 5k today! Well not really “run all the way.” I do intervals of walking, jogging/running. I finished at 54 mins. I KNOW IT’S SOOO BAD!! AND IT’S SO SLOW!!! HAHAHA forgive meeee lol
But please understand that I only started three weeks ago, I can’t run straight for a long time yet. So far, I can only run 4 mins straight. Pretty slow, I know!
Still, despite being a long way off, I’m happy because when I started, I can’t even finish a 5k jog/walk (I could only do a 4k! I get too tired on the last kilometer!) and I couldn’t even run for 3 mins straight! Now I can! And that is a big progress for me. :)
I’ll have to focus on building my endurance for now before I start worrying about building speed :)
Okay I wouldn’t exactly call it a routine yet since I’ve only been doing it for 2 weeks but I am very hopeful that I can keep this up!
Anyway, as a beginner, I searched online for beginner running programs that’ll fit me best. I found this 30-day quick start beginners guide from About.com. In this program, it gradually increases the running time and decreases the walking time. I’m on week 2 already but I’m still finding it hard to run for 4 minutes straight (sorry I’m a noob, you guys! Please understand lol) The best I could do as of the moment is only 3 min and 20 sec. So basically, I’m stuck on the Day 6 (run 3 min, walk 3 min) despite it being my second week already. Ehhhh sucks :(
I also found this How to Start Running Program from About.com. You can do just three sessions a week and the routine per week is the same. In this program, for the week 2, you should walk 5 min, jog 2 min. But based on my body’s capacity, I could pass that already…
It got me thinking, maybe there really is no perfect running program. In terms of actually sticking to those two program, I’m not able to follow what is exactly written!
Sooo… I guess I’m just gonna let my body dictate the program for myself. Every person is different. There are those who run slow, there are those who run fast. As for me right now, the longest continuous run I could do is just 3 min and 20 sec but I’m fine with that. I’ll build my endurance. So hopefully one day, in the next weeks, I can run continuously for about 20 mins, that’s my goal.
My gameplan for now is to just try to run as far as I can, as fast as I can, without compromising my health! That’s it. I won’t worry too much with the number of minutes and with what’s written on a piece of paper. As long as I’m sweating and burning calories, it’s all good. :)
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I haven’t been running/jogging for three weeks now. It’s because I had a horrible boil that turned into an open wound in my groin area. I couldn’t walk properly for two weeks. I had to open my legs wide so that my legs won’t touch/rub each other. Yes, it looks funny. Lol
I miss jogging! As of the moment, the wound is close to being fully healed. I’m itching to run again especially because I started so well and I was doing really well too. I was running at least 5 times a week for a few weeks already before I had to stop due to this wound. But I don’t want to risk it. I’m afraid that if I force myself to run, my wound would open again. In fact, the other day, I tried to do Zumba because I really am itching to do any form of exercise. But three minutes into the routine, the wound started to hurt and it turned reddish! I got scared that it might open again!
Note to self: patience. As much as I want to go back to my exercise routine, I don’t want to injure myself anymore.
With that said, I just found out moments ago from a random tumblr post that you’re supposed to wear a spandex shorts underneath your regular shorts to avoid chafe! Why didn’t anybody tell me that before?!?!?!? Lol! But that’s okay, at least I know it now!
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