I hope you’re in the mood to chat, because I’m in the mood to talk. However, make no mistake, I’m writing this with purpose — I’m writing this to ask you one simple question:
What’s the worst that can happen?
What’s the worst that can happen if you do something outside of your comfort zone? What’s the worst that can happen if you wake up in the morning and decide to wear the white jeans after labor day or the dress you’ve already decided “does not look good on me.” What’s the worst that can happen if you choose to eat the full-fat yogurt vs the low-fat kind? What’s the worst that can happen if your stomach is growling and you actually eat? What’s the worst that can happen when you listen to your body and give it everything it needs?
No, really. What’s the worst that can happen?
The worst that can happen is you’ll learn a new trade or a new skill or maybe even discover a strength about yourself that you never knew you possessed. The worst that can happen is you will wear those white jeans after Labor Day, and you’ll rock the shit out of them. That dress? It’ll hang on your body like any other dress of the past because that’s all it is. It’s just a dress.
The worst that can happen is you’ll probably feel guilty for choosing the “less healthy” option, but right now, you’ll probably feel guilty for choosing anything. Those feelings will eventually pass, and then they’ll come back, and then they’ll pass again, but only after torturing your brain for a few hours, of course.
The worst that can happen is your body will do backflips of joy at how well it’s being treated, and that may seem intolerable to you because your mind is telling you the completely opposite, but don’t listen.
The worst that can happen is that you’ll feel full and upset and out of control, but you’ll keep on pushing and doing these things because at some point you’ll be proud that you’re still pushing and doing these things. At some point those feelings will be nothing more than a whisper, a whisper that quickly gets shoveled into the NOT TODAY SATAN filing cabinet that you keep tabs on in your brand.
I’m writing this to remind you that some days may be harder than others, and some days you may feel like you’re losing it altogether. Some days you’ll wake up and feel like your strength to fight just isn’t worth it. Some days you’ll wake up and wonder why you’re even trying at all.
Some days you’ll stumble across a blog and read exactly what it is that you needed to hear, and that’s why I’m writing this.
I’m writing this to let you know that you deserve everything out of life. I’m writing this to let you know that you deserve late night phone calls with friends who have moved away and hours of conversation with people you find interesting. You deserve to travel, to explore, to have a family. You deserve to see each day for what it is, and not let anything else dictate that. You deserve a life free from restriction, a life free from rules and rituals. You deserve spontaneity, a second slice of apple pie, and lazy Sunday nights at home with someone you love. You deserve to get excited over the little things in life, over your small victories, and over the fact that amazing stuff like waterproof mascara exists.
No matter what you’ve said and done, no matter what you’ve said and didn’t do. No matter the amount of times you’ve tried and failed. No matter what anybody has written you off as or given up on you, your body doesn’t deserve to bear the brunt of the pain that you carry on your shoulders. The body was designed to be cared for, to be looked after, and to be loved by it’s driver. It was designed to be strong, to be flexible, to help you create beautiful things.
So… what’s the worst that can happen when you allow yourself to enjoy everything about life?
Ask yourself that — and then do the scary thing that you’re afraid of anyway — because the worst that can happen can only happen if you let it, and one day you’ll see that that’s actually not the worst thing that can happen.
Not at all.