You reblog astonishing before and afters. You reblog girls who are strong, who have a wonderful tan, who can run for miles and miles, who have long and healthy hair, who have flawless skin, who do not seem to need a Fitblr to remind themselves to eat their vegetables and hit the gym because they are out eating their vegetables and hitting the gym.
You reblog pictures of laughing girls in bikinis with captions saying, “Why not you?”. But you are not thinking, “Why not me?”. You are thinking, “Why me? Why me out of all these girls and women? I am comfortable in my fatsuit, in my desk chair, in my laziness, in my grudge and in my adversity. Why me? Why should I try? If I’m not going to make it anyway?”.
It is easier to remain where you are. You know where you are at. You have come to know it and you have come to loathe it. It made you rigid. Stiff. Numb. Your inertia pisses you off but you are too far beyond the point where its pissing off would have made you move. Made you change something. Made you do something. Anything.
Anything is not: Reblogging fitspo. It is not: Liking healthy recipes. It is not: Following fitness gurus.
Anything is: Going out. Now. For a walk with your favourite songs on your iPod. You are reading this now. You are making time for Tumblr. You are not doing anything. You are not treating yourself with love and care. You are keeping yourself prisoner. Go out. Now. And if it is just ten minutes. Listen to the music, experience your shoes on the ground, the wind up your nose, the chilly and crisp air. Treat yourself nicely. You are doing something. You have taken that one step. And you can take another. Tomorrow. Ten minutes. Just for yourself. And you will get there. Slowly, but surely.
Just do something for yourself.
