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If I can, You can !


Before I proceed with my story, I would like to mention that it is not a unique one and that makes it special.

This story of mine, speaks on behalf of thousands of women and it is the only reason that I am here to share my feelings, decisions, determination and transformation with the readers. I have always aimed at inspiring others through my words/actions and here I am, trying to do the same.
I am a teacher by profession, a blogger, a reviewer and an aspiring author. The confidence with which I carry myself today was lacking when I think; I needed it the most. It is a curse growing up in the Indian society, as a chubby, dusky girl. I grew up with the feeling that I wasn't pretty or attractive. (as lame as it sounds to me today, it was a major cause of low self esteem for me back then) To my parents and my people, I was beautiful, creative, talented, loving and honest. 'Of course I would be to them!' I thought. What I didn't realise then, was the fact that we must never live to seek the approval of others and words/actions of those people who haven't contributed to our growth as an individual, should not affect us at all. Even though, I witness a shift in the thinking pattern of today's youth, our age old societal paradigms pertaining to an individual's physical appearance are so deeply rooted that they will continue to linger on for years to come and that scares me!
Nevertheless, My parents gave me the needed support always and made me who I am today, for which I thank them; and now I have been married for almost two years to an amazing person, a witty, funny, down to earth human being who adores me and has always accepted me the way I am. His entrance into my life has really boosted my self confidence and for that and so much more I would like to take this opportunity to thank him too! :)

Coming back to what this post is really about-
I am someone who LOVES to eat food! But, too lazy to exercise, as a result i ended up gaining weight gradually but I was too adamant to do anything about it. I grew sick of people telling me that I needed to lose weight, that I should eat less, that I was fat. Some friends would send me a message or comment on my posts to only let me know that i had gained weight post marriage. Even close family members would pass comments or colleagues would crack jokes. It affected me to a great extent. I would keep brooding over a comment/statement to such an extent that I would literally induce a migraine. I felt as though all my talents and good qualities weren't enough for people to like me or what?
I knew I could carry myself really well, and with a keen sense of fashion, I would often get compliments. Heart of heart I knew that, if I shed a few pounds, it would not only do me good and make me look/feel better, it could also be a like a bonus for my better half, who never once made me feel that I was over weight and always told me that he had more of me to love. I could even wear that envious pair of hot pants I bought for myself! I just had to make up my mind.

I had always known three things about myself. One, if someone continuously pointed out my lacunae, I wouldn't make efforts to do something about it. Instead, I would do the opposite. Two, Once I decided to do something, to achieve a target, no one could stop me. Three, I loved food way too much to sacrifice it for anything else! It was then that I made up my mind to let my actions speak louder and force all the loud mouths to zip it up.

Thus begun my journey of transformation and I have never felt better.Ever since, I started working out (just a little alteration in my eating habits; without giving up on food or my favourite food!) five months ago, I have never felt so energised, refreshed, empowered and fit! :) When i saw the scale tell me that i weighed lesser, it gave my self confidence a mighty boost! So much so that today, Biceps Day holds the same therapeutic value for me that Retail therapy/ Parlour Day/ A Good Book/ Well made Burger! :) ( Yes, I'd never give it up! ;) )

What I want to tell you all through my story is that, there was a time when like you in my stubbornness, I thought that I am not going to change myself for anyone else and even today, I am the same on the inside and truly, that is what matters. But then I thought, I wouldn't change for the world, but I could change for myself, change my habits for my body and well being. Surely, one cannot ignore the negative impact, being over weight has on our health. It is never too late to start or do something you thought you never wanted to do or could never do. Transform all the negativity coming your way into something positive. All you need is the support of your loved ones, a little determination and you achieve all that you wish to.
at the end I would like to quote one of my Facebook post:
Remember my girl, there will always be someone who thinks you are way too fat or too thin, way too soft or way too loud, way too fair or way too dark, eat way too much or be anorexic. That you laugh way too much or be a cry baby. There will always be someone who will never praise your good work, never compliment you or fake smile at you. The world is filled with toxic, fermented people, all you can do/ learn to do is, ignore them.
Never...I repeat; never change a single goddamn thing about yourself, for anyone who has not contributed to your growth as an individual. Never lower your self esteem because of something said or unsaid, done or not done. Never take their gibberish to heart, never let their jealous-trash talk make you, doubt yourself. ultimately, you have to face your situation, be strong and never let anyone tell you that you cannot do something!
In this world full of people; unknown or close, relatives or 'so called' friends, willing to pull you down, mock you, laugh behind your back, be jealous of your progress, find faults, pass comments at you... I am thankful for having those few people in my life, who truly mean every word they say and love me anyway! 
P.S. [ If you wish to know the exercises and what all food items to add to your daily diet, message me on my Facebook : https://www.facebook.com/DevingelicDamsel006  and Instagram : https://www.instagram.com/lutherrebecca/  ID's :)
If I Can, You Can! *More Power To You* 
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