Don't hate your self(ie).

In our society today we poke fun at selfies, so much so that if you google "selfie hate" you'll find a community created on Facebook called "I hate selfies" and even a number of articles on this topic. But have you ever stopped to think that maybe when hating on a selfie you could actually be hating on a human, a highlight of that moment in time, or even the simple feeling of happiness. Did you ever think that maybe a selfie is merely one person's way to document a moment in their life where they felt amazing and no one else around to capture it for them?

 

There was a time in my life where I couldn't stand the woman in the mirror. A period in my teenage years were the words "you're fucking ugly" was scribbled over and over in my slam books and photos albums. Not too long ago my perception of my own self was so skewed that I put myself down in front of my own daughters calling myself ugly and fat.

 

My dearest friend Athena, shared this article with me, linked in my profile for you all the read (it's worth it, trust me) Here's an excerpt: How vain we must be to document our human existence! How vapid! But you know what selfies can show you? Yourself. And you are worth looking at. You are worth marveling at. Every day, your body performs a series of complete and total miracles to keep you alive, and then your body does amazing things like creating another human or running a mile or getting to work on time, and to pretend like that isn't noteworthy is absurd. You are worth staring at in the mirror and capturing with whatever medium you have at your fingertips. (read more here:http://bit.ly/sextyourgirlgang)

 

When I workout I'm typically alone, it's my me time, my therapy, my centering moment for my busy day. It's the opportunity I give myself to learn how to deal with some of life's greatest challenges. It's me overcoming all the excuses, all the distractions, and all the reasons I can choose to not live a healthy lifestyle. My exercise is the movement that helps calm my anxiety and silence my depression.

 

And often times in the moment of triumph I'm silently screaming, jumping for joy, giving myself a high five, and overflowing with admiration of what I just accomplished. Because for the longest time of my adolescent and into my adult life I struggled with feeling beautiful, worthy, and loved. So to overcome such a fight, I sometimes feel the right to remember it with a yet another gym selfie, because I should be capable of admiring my self, my mind, and my body of the miracles it performs each and every day!

 

Celebrate your self(ie). Share one with your girlfriend, share one on Instagram, and tag it #rentlesslybeautiful so I can celebrate with you!

 

Here's one of me in bed, unedited, feeling accomplished for writing this post. 

Here's one of me in bed, unedited, feeling accomplished for writing this post. 

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Joanne E

I’m a mother of two beautiful daughters and married to a man who completes me. I started my fitness journey as a way to heal my soul and launched my blog in hopes to continue to inspire and empower women to use fitness as a tool to heal depression and find their self worth. I strongly believe that each woman deserves to be in love with herself just as much as her man does. I have an obsession with reusable water bottles, I enjoy action movies, and I’m in love with burpees.