I Still Got It

I've always hated my arms. I remember being in 4th grade and realizing my arms were fatter than other kids. To be fair, I was fatter than other kids. My grandmother had wings. We use to joke that if she would put her arms out the window when driving, it could fly the car...what little punks we were.

Never make fun of someone, you become them. I made fun of my mother's glasses and ended up as blind as her. I made fun of her butt and inherited it. I made fun of my grandmothers arms, and so I ended up with them.

Pudgy Arms 09.23.2017

I should have made fun of someone's rapid metabolism and beautiful toes....

Lessons are always learned the hard way.

While I've lost over 100lbs and several inches on my arms, they are still large. They are still flappy. I do yoga, I use an elliptical, I lift (less often than I should). But they are still flappy. I'll have the excess skin on my arms.

New Arms 11.06.2018

Instead of hating them, I should be embracing them. Nobody has a perfect body, everyone has something they want to change. If we continue to downplay ourselves and our accomplishments, we fail to recognize the person we've become. I was confident enough to want to wear sleeveless clothes even at 300+ pounds but now there's different type of confidence in me.

Embrace those imperfections because you're perfect just the way you are! Until next time ~KM.