No One Cares About Your Pant Size

Now, I don’t mean that in a “no one cares about you at all” sort of way so let me explain.

Grab your coffee, water, or tea and take a seat because I want to talk to you about something and I want you to hear me loud and clear. P.S. I also included some pictures of what I have been eating lately.

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This morning I was getting ready for my run and I checked the forecast to see it would be 73 degrees at 5 am and that means I should probably wear a tank top. Let me tell you something, I do NOT like wearing tank tops, I dread wearing them actually. So this morning I stared at myself in the mirror critiquing my blotchy red arms, I critiqued that little roll of fat separating my under arms and my sports bra, and I critiqued the way I couldn’t see my collar bone.

As I drove to the park I became more frustrated with myself. Why couldn’t I have skinnier arms? Why couldn’t my arms at least look like there was some muscle under there?

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2 slices Ezekiel bread with PB and Banana

Then I started running. There was a breeze blowing through my tank top to keep me cool. My legs were carrying me through these miles. And my arms were pumping right along with my legs running. And then I realized, no one cares.

No one cares about that little fat under my arms.

No one cares about the way my tank top clings to my soft stomach.

And no one cars about the way my shorts ride up when my thighs touch as I run.

No one cares!

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Grapes & Mango, Brown Rice cakes, Spinach salad w/ carrots, tuna, and sunflower seeds

God gave me this ability to run miles and miles and how do I thank Him? Well apparently I complain about how my arms jiggle.

Which sucks. Like really, really sucks.

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2 eggs, 1 egg white, kale and zucchini, salsa, hot sauce, and brown rice tortilla chips

We are so tremendously loved by Him and those in our lives. Your worth is not based on your pant size, the amount of freckles on your face, or how many calories you consume in a day. You are worth so much more.

You are so fearfully and wonderfully made and this life it too short to complain about the way our arms look in a tank top.

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The guy who makes my life soooo much sweeter.

So no one cares about your pant size, they care about YOU because you’re YOU.

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