Letter to my Kilograms: Lost Strength and Found Forgiveness
Letter to my Kilograms: I will admit something to you that I have never said out loud—at least not until I looked in the mirror and realized I no longer saw myself there. Specifically, six months ago, I was at my steady 67 kilograms. At that time, I was a “Soul Geologist,” a mineralogy engineer who looked at the world through the prism of rocks, but looked at my own body through the prism of harsh criticism. Notably, I called myself fat. I complained about every fold. I didn’t know that those 67 kilograms were actually my most faithful allies.
The Excursion into Comfort
Everything started as a small “excursion.” I made a brave decision to quit smoking. However, as it happens in life, when you close one door, you open another, and those often lead straight to a bakery. My comfort became chocolate croissants and pizzas with four kinds of cheese. Initially, I thought it was just a one or two-day trip. Consequently, my “excursion” turned into a vacation of several months. While I enjoyed the sweetness that filled my mouth—I was so happy that everything tasted sweet!—my body was quietly changing its shape. Now, I have 77 kilograms. That is ten kilograms more. Suddenly, my old strength is gone. My familiar reflection has vanished.
Body Geology and Gratitude
As someone used to analyzing sediments, I now look at these kilograms as a new layer life is offering me. Indeed, I realized something crucial: we only see the value of what we had once we lose it. My “old” self, the one at 67 kilograms, was strong and mobile. Most importantly, she was mine. Today, as I exercise for my back and core, I don’t do it out of hatred. On the contrary, I do it out of respect for what I want to reclaim. This is part of my philosophy of soul geology.
Furthermore, I have a message for my past self. Dear 67 kilograms, I am sorry I was so unfair to you. I told you that you were fat, that you didn’t listen to me. Now I know that you were my strength. When we meet again—and we will—I will never leave you or speak ill of you again. I love you. Indeed, I have learned that the body is the only home we have, regardless of the numbers on the scale. This is the heart of my alchemy of peace.
A Future Without the Mirror-Critic
I have promised myself one thing: when I return to my past self, I will never again say I am fat or that I dislike my appearance. Life is far too short for warring with your own reflection. After all, who counts kilograms when you can count moments of happiness? Therefore, I am taking my life back into my hands. I am slowly reducing the sweets, exercising, and waiting for us to meet again—me and my strength. By protecting my Malachite Peace, I am silencing the internal critic.
In conclusion, if you ever feel lost in your own body, remember my “excursion.” It is not the end of the world if you stray from the path—what matters is knowing how to return to yourself with a smile and much more understanding for that wonderful being you carry every day. Truly, Letter to my Kilograms is a story of rediscovery.
Lettre à mes kilos : Force perdue et pardon trouvé
Letter to my Kilograms (Lettre à mes kilos) : Je vais vous avouer quelque chose que je n’ai jamais dit tout haut, du moins pas avant de m’être regardée dans le miroir. Il y a six mois, je pesais 67 kilos. J’étais une ingénieure qui regardait le monde à travers les cristaux, mais qui regardait son propre corps avec une critique sévère. Je me trouvais grosse. Je ne savais pas que ces 67 kilos étaient mes plus fidèles alliés.
Tout a commencé par une petite « escapade ». J’ai décidé d’arrêter de fumer, une décision courageuse. Mais quand on ferme une porte, on en ouvre souvent une autre qui mène à la pâtisserie. Mon réconfort est devenu les croissants au chocolat et les pizzas. Ce qui devait être un jour ou deux est devenu une habitude de plusieurs mois. Pendant que je savourais cette douceur, mon corps changeait. Aujourd’hui, je pèse 77 kilos. Dix kilos de plus. Soudain, ma vieille force a disparu.
Géologie du Corps et Gratitude
En tant que géologue, je vois ces kilos comme une nouvelle couche de sédiments. J’ai compris que l’on ne réalise la valeur des choses qu’une fois perdues. Ma version à 67 kilos était forte et mobile. Aujourd’hui, je m’entraîne non par haine, mais par respect pour ce que je veux retrouver. Cela fait partie de ma philosophie de la géologie de l’âme.
Chers 67 kilos, je m’excuse d’avoir été injuste. Je vous disais que vous étiez gros. Maintenant, je sais que vous étiez ma force. Quand nous nous retrouverons, je ne vous quitterai plus jamais et je ne dirai plus de mal de vous. Je vous aime. J’ai appris que le corps est notre seule maison, un pilier de mon alchimie de la paix.
En conclusion, si vous vous sentez perdue dans votre corps, souvenez-vous de mon escapade. Ce n’est pas la fin du monde de s’écarter du chemin. L’important est de savoir revenir à soi avec un sourire. Protéger sa Paix Malachite est la clé. Truly, Letter to my Kilograms est un voyage vers l’acceptation de soi.
Pismo mojim kilogramima: Izgubljena snaga i pronađeni oprost
Letter to my Kilograms ili pismo mojim kilogramima je ispovijest koju nikada nisam naglas izgovorila. Prije šest mjeseci imala sam 67 kilograma. Bila sam inženjerka mineralogije koja je svoje tijelo gledala kroz prizmu stroge kritike. Nazivala sam se debelom, prigovarala svakom naboru. Nisam znala da su tih 67 kilograma zapravo bili moji najvjerniji saveznici.
Sve je počelo kao mali “izlet”. Odlučila sam ostaviti cigarete – velika, hrabra odluka. No, ona su me odvela ravno u slastičarnicu. Moja utjeha postali su čokoladni kroasani i pizze. Mislila sam da je to izlet na dan-dva, a pretvorio se u godišnji odmor od par mjeseci. Dok sam uživala u slatkoći, moje tijelo je tiho mijenjalo oblik. Sada imam 77 kilograma. Deset kilograma više. I odjednom, nema moje stare snage.
Geologija tijela i zahvalnost
Kao netko tko analizira sedimente, sada na ove kilograme gledam kao na novi sloj života. Shvatila sam: tek kad izgubimo ono što smo imali, vidimo koliko je vrijedilo. Moja “stara” ja bila je snažna i pokretna. Danas, dok vježbam, ne radim to iz mržnje, već iz poštovanja prema snazi koju želim vratiti. To je bit moje geologije duše.
Drage moje, 67 kilograma, izvinite što sam bila tako nepravedna prema vama. Sada znam da ste vi bili moja snaga. Kad se opet vidimo, neću vas nikad više loše tretirati. Naučila sam da je tijelo jedini dom koji imamo, što je temelj moje alkemije mira.
Naposljetku, obećala sam sebi: nikad više neću ratovati s vlastitim odrazom. Život je prekratak za to. Uzimam život u ruke, smanjujem slatko i vježbam. Čuvajući svoj Malahitni mir, utišala sam unutrašnjeg kritičara. Ako ste skrenuli s puta, sjetite se mog “izleta”. Bitno je vratiti se sebi s osmijehom. Doista, Letter to my Kilograms je lekcija o ljubavi prema sebi.
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