I caught myself looking in the mirror last night and critically judging each and every part of my body. I had to stop and ask myself – what would you say to clients, who were judging themselves this way?
So I stood back and spoke to myself as a trainer.
When I complained about the size of my legs, my trainer told me how strong they were, how they were able to do lunges up a steep hill, run for 2hrs straight and could carry me no matter the weight on my shoulders.
When I complained about my pudgy tummy covered in stretch marks, my trainer told me to wear them with pride, it showed the marks of the two gorgeous children that I once protected in my tummy. They are the marks of a loving mother and I wouldn’t change them.
When I complained of the bags under my eyes, my trainer reminded me of the time I got to spend with my kids last night and how that would not last forever.
When I complained of my wide hips with too much padding, my trainer told me they are childbearing hips, which must now be a seat for my children. They are strong and provide comfort to my most prized possessions.
When I look at my body and wish for it to be different, my trainer tells me this is my body, this body has done and continues to do amazing things. This body can run, jump, lift, press and has been home and comfort to two beautiful children. My body is amazing and every mark, scar and stretch is a reminder of the extraordinary things my body is capable of.
When I complain of being too slow or too weak, my trainer tells me I won’t get anywhere without training. My body is doing its best. Everyone starts at the beginning and works their way forward. You are not born an Olympian, you train damn hard to become one.
Be kind to yourself, be kind to your body, it’s the only one you have and it is capable of incredible things.