That Bitch Had to Go

It's been a long process for me to like who I am. 35 years of wishing I was taller, skinnier, freckle-less, and not shy. Obviously those things won't go away except for the shy part. I gave that up long ago. Every thing else is here to stay and I am happy with it. But before I could be happy with myself I had to cut a long time frenemy out of my life. The bitch had to go. Her name was "the scale".

There were times when I thought she was my best friend. The lower the number went the better I felt. The higher it went the more disgusted I became. Stepping on that evil soul crusher would make or break my day, and more often that not it broke it. Finally enough was enough. The bitch got evicted from the bathroom and relocated to the garbage. She was never seen nor heard from again...(ominous music is playing in my head)

I've learned to cut out all things toxic and hateful. The scale was the first to go, then a few others, but losing the scale was the most empowering. I suppose this could be taken as a warning-if you try to ruin my day, rain on my parade or knock me off my cloud -BOOM!! you'll be gone like the scale is. Mwahahahahahaha!!! I like my shortness(I married a tall man and if need be I can climb on a chair to reach things), I like my body(I enjoy being a curvy girl with muscles and a big booty, thankyouverymuch) and I like my freckles because both my kids have them and it's something they get from me. I work out now to be healthy and fit, not "skinny" and the only thing I continue to change about myself is my hair. I love trying new colors and styles and let's face it-I rock the hell out of Manic Panic Vampire Red like nobody's business. ;)

I will never again let an object control who or what I think I should be. And I really hope everyone who struggles with this will one day reach this point like I did. <3