Skinny Is As Skinny Does

Being skinny makes you, well, skinny.

Wearing smaller pants and having Gertrude slowly diminish requires me to constantly answer the question, ‘What did you do to lose the weight?!?!‘.

I think 98% of North American women believe the lie that being skinny makes you happy.

Don’t forget to add these other gems to the ‘makes you happy‘ list.

  • Money
  • Shoes
  • Married
  • Single
  • Boobs
  • Cute car
  • Clothes
  • Vacation home in Tahiti

As many people are happy with those things than aren’t.

tahiti vacation home

It wouldn't MAKE me happy....but it COULD make me HAPPIER. Just being honest!

I am the happiest I have ever been and am in the best shape of my life, but going to the gym, eating clean, and competing does not make me happy.

My happiness does not come from being armpit deep in a rather strange subculture called bodybuilding where you stand on a stage and are judged based purely on your appearance. First place is deemed by a panel of judges that assess you based on your tone, symmetry, beauty, conditioning, and who the heck really knows what else.

They subjectively give an opinion and declare a winner.

Honestly, once its all over and you find yourself profusely scrubbing bikini bite and pro tan off your arse, you had better know who you are no matter if you came in first, last, or somewhere in between.

So I am skinnier than I used to be, have biceps that have been known to interrupt meetings, and have a great job. Three years ago I had pretty much all the same outside things and was possibly the most miserable woman on the planet.

What changed?

Fulfillment and joy doesn’t come from ‘out there‘, it comes from living out your life’s purpose and being who you were created to be, ‘skinny‘ or not.

Go chase your dreams and over time your pant size will matter less and your impact, purpose, and reason for getting up in the morning will matter more. I am slowing getting there.

Besides, I never, ever want to be skinny.

I want to be lean, fast, and strong like a lioness.  I want to have the soul of a lioness who chases down her dreams and feasts on them.

Skinny girls don’t get to feast.

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Comments

  1. This post makes me happy 🙂 Love it!

  2. Love it!! Such a great post Donloree…I feel the same way!

  3. I hate the word ‘skinny’, especially when people say things like “oh, are you trying to get skinny?” Noooo LEAN! Haha When I was my skinniest, I was not happier than I am now. I think I’m a perfect size for me – I’m slender but have obvious muscles, and I know I can shed fat when I need to. I think being at peace with your body is what makes you happy 🙂

  4. So true. The grass is never greener on the other side.
    Learning to be satisfied and grateful for who we are, where we are and why we are where we are is a difficult task…. but the only way to truly be happy in my opinion.
    Thanks for the reminder. I want to be a lioness too, and I want to teach my 4 year old daughter all about what a lioness is and how she roars. :o)

    • The most valuable things in life take the most work. Way to be a role model for your daughter! It is time for us to show girls what is possible, let’s lead the charge!!

  5. Love it. You’re already a lioness in my mind’s eye!!!

  6. Love ur post – its so true we think if we are skinner that will automatically make us happy till we are skinnier and we discover that nothing is really different and that the happiness has to come from within. Love ur blog =)

  7. Love, Love, LOVE this! Well said!!

  8. Standing and applauding. Great post.

  9. Yes, I agree that skinny is a bad word. Let’s be strong, fit, powerful women and be happy with every stage along the process.

  10. I was never truly happy in my life until recently.

    When I was in college I was probably the most depressed person I know. It was ugly.
    Once I graduated I lived in Tampa, got any guy I wanted for however long I wanted; I had tons of friends; the best social life ever and an amazing closet, but I wasn’t happy.

    I moved to Boston to be with my current boyfriend and get married and that didn’t happen. I did however I had a crappy desk job that put me in tears almost daily. I wasn’t happy.

    Then I got laid off, became a personal trainer and started my own company. Now I’m happy.

    I freaking love shoes. I love money. I love Lulu Lemon. I love working out. I love my body. But if it weren’t for my clients and doing what i was truly put on this earth to do, I would have never found this happiness.

  11. Just discovered your blog through sweatlikeapig! I love this post! I am at the point where sure I am working out and eating well but its become my whole identity, an obsession and I’m ready to move onto other things instead of just physical appearances. Thanks again for such a great post! 🙂

    • Tara is AWESOME. 🙂 Yes, let’s move on to more things in life and be the full amazing women we were created to be, no matter what pant size we are! Go get it lady!

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