Studying to be a dietitian isn’t easy, it is a highly competitive degree and at my age there are limited pathways available. For two years, day after day, I had the strength to keep showing up, I had the discipline to study, I had the smarts to achieve a GPA of 7.0; there could be no doubting that I wanted it badly enough. Throughout all of this I ran an average of 15-20km per week and I became involved in a host of extracurricular activities; I am certainly active enough. On top of all this I am a wife, a mother, an artist, a cook and a dog lover.
By any standard you could possibly imagine I am enough yet every achievement I just listed suddenly became diminished by society because I have stores of body fat.
I’m not buying into that
nonsense horseshit any more, and neither should you.
I have spent enough of my life hating my body and by extension hating myself. It’s time to move in a different direction.