Coming to Terms with my Rolls

Fat Rolls. *awkward silence*
We’ve spent pretty much our entire lives trying to make sure we don’t have any.
I’ve come to accept them, but it’s taken awhile. I like to call it body neutrality, honestly, because I’m not going to tell you that I always love them. But at this point in my life, for the first time ever I’m okay with the fact that these gushy, squishy rolls are here, on my body, no matter if I’m standing or sitting.
Why don’t I always love them? Because sometimes its freaking hard to bend over. It’s extra hard to do yoga and Pilates and barre and other exercises. And the extra weight I’m carrying in my belly... It really hurts my back.
Maybe one day they won’t be there anymore. Or maybe they will.

I’m not going to wish them away, or obsessively diet and exercise until they diminish though. And I’m still going to go to the exercise classes. Because the rolls, although both cute and cumbersome, aren’t going to hold me back from happiness, living my life and doing what I want.

Just because they’re there, doesn’t mean you can’t live your life just like a person without standing fat rolls would.

Go girl. Live your best life.