Love, Love Me Do.

If you follow me on Twitter, and you were paying attention to my mess yesterday, you know that I couldn't shut up about this:

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Please, if you can spare $30 in your budget, splurge on yourself and wear this phrase.  I can't explain it, but it creates some sort of batgirlcatwomanjoanjettsuperwomanjemmizfit portal within your workout space.

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[don't worry...i was able to peroxidescrub out that pesky dye that came from my new sports bra]

When I initially put this shirt on, I couldn't even look at myself in the mirror, and the idea of walking out into the 'Meat Market' that is my gym was horrifying.  Something about the words "I LOVE MYSELF" felt shameful.  Dirty.  Embarrassing.  As if loving myself was a bad thing!

However, armed with confidence, self-assurance, and with the knowledge that I was either wearing "I LOVE MYSELF" or a black Nike sports bra alone (the horror); I walked out of the locker room.

And, to my shock, I was blessed with two smiles on the way out.

And a few more as I walked down the hallway.

And even more when I got to the main workout area.

I was confident and self-assured before, but this warm "I LOVE MYSELF" reception from those around me made me feel...dare I say...confidentER than I was before!

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I had a great workout.  I proudly ran, skipped, stepped and milled forward, backwards & sideways--loving myself through every last bit of the sweating and singing and wheezing.  There is something strangely empowering about letting the rest of the world know that you are completely and totally in love with yourself.

It will make you want to kiss your growing baby guns.

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Or maybe that's just me.

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