For as long as I can remember, I’ve always been told that I should lose weight. From family members to doctors visits, I’ve always had someone telling me that my weight was too high. Visiting the doctor became a nightmare for me at a young age because I grew increasingly tired of hearing the term, “obese.” Nothing about the experiences were ever encouraging or motivating but more or less, debilitating to my confidence. Imagine being six or seven years old and being on a diet that became noticeable to everyone at school. This was the beginning of the bullying that I would endure throughout elementary school lasting until middle school.
This is my brain when I’m unable to deal with my emotions and my coping mechanism is … food.
Hey everyone and welcome to my blog! I appreciate you so much for taking the time out of your busy days to indulge and partake on what goes on in this mind of mine. In life, we have all experienced our fair share of laughs, smiles, heartbreaks, and tribulations. Though we have all experienced such, no one ever taught us how to pick ourselves up after we go through hardships. No one advised us on healthy ways to cope which causes us to turn to our own vices, myself included. I feel we’ve only been taught how to tolerate, not how to overcome. I’m on a journey in which I’m picking up all of my broken pieces and am putting myself back together, carefully and with love. I no longer want to hide behind fake smiles and halfhearted, “I’m okay’s.” I became inspired to write this blog because I no longer want to claim the broken mind frame.
Moore or Less will encompass a journey of how a once shattered woman became a breathtaking mosaic of the battles she’s won.