Sometimes I have bouts of stupidity in which I link my self worth to my physical appearance. On a car ride with my mom one Sunday afternoon, she told me what every good mother should tell her daughter. She pointed out all my good qualities, and then I said, "Yeah, but I'm still fat."
What she said next has stuck in my mind and resonated every time I let my mind win:
"Kellie, you can't fix stupid. You can't fix being kind, smart and unique. You can fix fat."
I am eating healthier, I am being active, I am enjoying my body, I am becoming stronger.
I am fixing fat.
I am loving who I am.