Strong is Sexy
A few years ago, I started doing CrossFit. Think of this however you like. I joined the cult, drank the Kool-Aid, jumped on the bandwagon. I've heard it all, and the truth is, I don't care what anyone thinks about it because I love it and I've never felt better about myself. This is not a blog to convert anyone. This is about my own personal journey, and how I got here.
There's a reason I blog about this. It's not about CrossFit. It's about finding strength within. You see, I had struggled with anorexia in the past. I always wanted to be skinnier. Skinnier was better, skinnier was sexier, and somehow, in my twisted mind, skinnier was fitter. Which couldn't be farther from the truth.
Once I started CrossFit, I was lifting heavy weight. Now this is very important to me. I feel like most of our lives, women are told not to do this. It will make us big, we'll get bulky, and it's not ladylike. But I loved it. I loved being about to lift more than my own bodyweight. It felt empowering. And guess what? I didn't get big or bulky, and still felt very much like a lady. In fact, I feel more like a lady since lifting because of the confidance it's given me. Yes, I've gotten a little bigger. But good big. Like muscle definition big. Like "I need new jeans because I got this great ass from lifting." Sometimes I get comments from people like," you're looking ripped," or "wow, you're buff!" And I always thank them because to me, that's the greatest compliment. I don't know if it's meant as a compliment, but I'll take it.