I don’t give a fuck how many holiday cookies you ate. Tell me about when you swallowed your pride and asked for help.
I couldn’t care less about how many times you went to the gym. How often did you go outside of your comfort zone to try something new?
The size of your gut doesn’t interest me in the slightest. Show me your guts by opening up and being vulnerable.
I don’t want to know what it says when you step on the scale. What does it say about you when you step into your power?
I could give a shit about how tight your ass is. How tightly do you hold a friend in need of comfort?
That thigh gap doesn’t interest me at all. What are you doing to close the gap between who you are inside and who you are around other people?
Please don’t go into the details of your new fad diet with me. Instead share the details of your dreams and how you’re going to accomplish them.
Forget those stretch marks on your skin. Show me how quickly you can stretch your outer layers and grow into a bigger and better person.
Instead of shedding the extra pounds, what if you lost the criticisms, judgments, and negative self-talk you picked up last year?
Don’t let the matter of which you are made determine how much you matter in this world.