This is what recovery means to me.
Being at the highest weight of my life, yet feeling the most confident. Being able to love my strong legs, embracing how they rub together, embracing how they don’t look like anyone else’s. Being able to go to sleep with a full stomach, being able to accept a bloated belly after a day of normal eating. Being able to accept myself after a day of good eating or bad eating. Being able to refrain from over exercising when it’s been “a bad day” and being able to take rest days. Being able to understand my body more and more each day. Being happy with who I am, no matter what my size will be in the future. Being able to put this photo up and not scrutinize is in a million different ways.
That is why recovery is worth it.
Too awesome to not reblog, wow, You go glen coco, you go.