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For much of my life, caring for my body has been complicated. I started thinking about my weight and my body when I was very young, and somewhere along the way I began to believe that caring for myself meant constantly trying to change myself. There was always something I needed to fix, a new plan I needed to start, weight I needed to lose, or a version of myself I thought I needed to become. I have started over more times than I can count. I have promised myself that Monday would be different, that tomorrow I would eat better, exercise more, be more disciplined, and finally get it together. Even during the times when I was doing well, I could still find something wrong. Instead of being proud of myself, I would think that I should have done it sooner or wonder how long I would actually be able to keep it up. Looking back, I realize how much of what I called motivation was actually disappointment in myself. With love, Autumn |
Body Grace Letters is a faith-centered space for women who want to care for their bodies with grace instead of shame. Through honest reflections on faith, wellness, and personal growth, I write about learning to honor the body God has given us—not through perfection, but through wisdom, compassion, and faithful care.
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