Strong Is Beautiful

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Strong is beautiful. I have been posting this every time I check in for a workout at my gym. I post this to remind me that I am becoming stronger physically with each visit. I post this to remind myself that my body is strong, even if it is not the right shape or size according to societies standards. I post this to remind myself that I am now able to do things that I wasn’t able even four months ago, and that my mind pushes me to keep going when I want to take a break. I post this to remind myself that this makes me feel better, and that my soul is able to release negative energy with each punch and kick. Lately though,  I feel the words speaking to me on a deeper level. I hear my inner warrior goddess shouting in joy, because she knows that I am finally living this mantra with my mind, body, and soul.

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When I began my journey to getting fit I admit it was to get “skinny” because I did not like what I saw in the mirror. I was ashamed of my stomach, of my thighs, of my arms, and just about every other part of me. I thought that it was my body that made me undesirable to a man who said he loved me. It was the way I looked that kept him from touching me when I needed it most in my life. When I made the choice to start taking care of me, which meant getting active, I began to feel the shift in my image of me. With each step I took, I felt the self doubt begin to fall away. With each step I took, I felt the shame start to melt away. Then I found a place that pushed me with every thirty minute workout and my reason for getting fit began to shift too. With each punch, I was able to beat back the demons who told me I was fat. With each kick, I was able to feel the strength over the warrior inside of me. With each visit I became stronger and stronger physically, but the warrior goddess inside me became stronger and stronger too. With each visit I believed more and more that strong is beautiful.

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As the body grew stronger, the warrior goddess grew stronger and she began to strengthen my mind. She began to change the narrative that had been running on repeat for many years. She began to cage the demons that controlled the narratives. She began to open my eyes to all the things that made me strong. I began to embrace the strength of the power of my mind. I began to embrace the strength that the warrior goddess had always known was inside of me, by changing my narratives. I began to embrace the strength, when I spoke my truth by speaking my mind. I began to embrace the strength, when positive thoughts were the focus. I began to embrace the strength, when I began to believe not only with my mind and body,  but with my soul that strong is beautiful.

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My soul has been battered. My soul has been beaten. My soul has been attacked by those that said they loved me. My soul has stood up each and every time and said we got this. My soul has kept going and pushed me forward, even when my mind and body wanted to curl up and be done. My soul has been my wings to raise me from the ashes. My soul has overcome it all. Yet, I did not know that it was my soul that has always been so strong. I did not know that my soul has always know the truth. I did not know that if I had only listened to my soul I would have seen my strength sooner. I did not know this until I also made my mind and body strong. I did not know this until I saw strength in me on many levels. I did not know this until I started to hear the warrior goddess in me speak the truth. I did not know this until my body felt strong and my mind sounded strong. Only then did I hear my soul say, strong is beautiful.

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I am strong. My body is strong. My mind is strong. My soul is strong. I am no longer afraid. I am no longer ashamed of my body. I am no longer controlled by my demons. I am no longer denying my strength. I embrace my strong body. I am embrace my strong mind. I embrace my strong soul. Strong is beautiful.

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