I don't take care of myself because I don't like my body.
I don't like my body because I don't take care of myself.
A maddening loop.
Then I took a little care of myself when I looked in the mirror,
and liked my body, no matter what that critic in my head said.
That made me want to take care of myself just a little bit more.
Though the critic said it was a waste of time.
But that critic did not see what I saw, I started liking myself a little more.
I took a little more care of myself.
Started feeling good about that mirror. and who I saw in it, the real me. The one I want to take care of.

That critic still talks, but it's starting to turn into nonsense.

It takes more than work, it takes care.
I still have a long road. With a lot of hills to climb, but hey, I just called them hills, not mountains, I think I can do this.

baby steps.


P.S:
Thanks everyone.
I babble a lot, but this place is helping immensely.
I'm learning though. I haven't been very good at this internet socializing stuff in the past.
Still learning the nuances of message board etiquette. (I'm insecure, I've been a spaz in past years on unrelated boards)