For four years, I was that #fitspo account you loved to hate.
I was the girl sharing bikini selfies telling you to workout.
I shared my impossibly hard workout videos and encouraged you to join me.
Dominik Wycislo
Its because of you.
Well, maybe not you exactly, but its because thats what the majority of society want to see.
For some, these accounts keep them motivated and on track with their workouts.
I would never call someone a fat disgusting mess.
Im simply sharing, word for word, what followers of these account refer to themselves as.
How would I know?
Dominik Wycislo
I built a following of 420,000 people from being that girl.
These messages were one of the main reasons I decided to stop being that girl.
With that decision, I lost over 70,000 followers.
I traded in ab selfies for makeup-less selfies.
I traded in text motivating one to workout for text motivating one to love themselves exactly as they are.
Why did I lose so many followers?
I stopped promoting the idea that happiness is a burpee and 50 pounds away.
I started telling my following that it’s possible for you to be happy, exactly as you are.
To access this happiness, they simply have to turn inward and connect with themselves.
I didnt start promoting eating like shit, never working out, or never striving to be better.
The idea that your inability to workout is whats keeping you from happiness is a much more favorable belief.
Its not your love for donuts or dislike for squats.
Its simply…you.
This can be a hard truth to hear.
This truth is especially hard to hear through social media, a place we turn to be distracted.
We watch hours worth of cat videos and follow meme accounts.
By no means is this true for everyone.
it’s possible for you to love yourself unconditionally and love memes.
As a society, we are deeply disconnected with who we actually are.
Were told were never good enough as we are.
Its difficult to face how you truly feel about yourself.
I understand why I lost so many followers.
I stopped being a distraction and I started reminding people of their own dislike for themselves.
My makeup-less selfies remind people of their own insecurities regarding their skin.
My candid posts about anxiety and depression prompts one to look at their own mental health.
My vulnerability with my experiences remind one of that time they cried themselves to sleep.
Either that, or people just really dont like me with a shirt on.
Either way, I want everyone to know how deserving they are of their own love and acceptance.
We are good enough exactly as we are.
We are smart enough.
We are pretty enough.
We are successful enough.
And yeah, I mean YOU, too.
