I never end up taking a picture the day of weigh ins because I'm hungry, tired, and thirsty, and the last thing on my mind is a selfie. So here's a picture of me 4 days out at 182.4 this morning. Exactly two pounds to go.
Every time a weight cut rolls around I marvel at what my body and mind are capable of. No sugar, no bread, no processed foods, no dairy. Planning, prepping, conserving energy, training hard, and finally, resting.
But this part of the process is never anything more than sheer discipline and determination. Watching my body conform to Instagram #goals
is cool, but it also makes me realize how unrealistic and unattainable those standards actually are. That even I, with the gift of athletic genetics, have to cut so much out to achieve the lean lines you see in this picture, makes me hurt for all the young women who see pictures like this online and think "I must look like that, whatever it takes." Who starve away beautiful softness and eschew functionality in favor of an arbitrary aesthetic.
Every body is beautiful. From the naturally thin ones to the naturally thicc ones. This is mine. Mine at the end of deliberate manipulation towards a specific goal. I hope that mine at the end of Friday is 8-10 pounds heavier. That I can do all the things I want and need to do with it come Saturday and Sunday. That women see each other for who they are, and not what they could/should be. That we celebrate ourselves and each other through all the ups and downs.
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