All I can say is... whew! I put all my heart into this series and it's been one of the most gratifying projects I've done on Life in Spandex. Hearing how so many of you can relate and find comfort in my story is exactly why I decided to share it. It's never easy to put something so personal out there for public opinion. I can't thank you enough for your support! My parents have always told me, "Every hardship in life is a growing opportunity." I recognized this going into such a big life change and I ran with it. I left my doubts behind, put faith in the universe, and decided on the first day post split that
I pulled the blankets in closer, wiped the tears from my eyes, and realized I was alone. His belongings were gone and our contact was limited to business-like conversations about items he forgot in the apartment. Here it was, week 2 post-breakup aka the "Sad Burrito Phase." I spent a lot of time alone, curled up on the couch, wrapped tight in a blanket, feeling sorry for myself during the second week after our split. Yup, that's the "Sad Burrito." The anger had dissipated and I was left with a pit in my stomach every time I came home to an empty apartment. I wanted to eat, but nothing sounded good. I didn't want to be alone, but I didn't
F*ck him is the first thing I thought when I woke up to the unfamiliar feeling of being alone in my bed. Through an underlying sense of loss and immobilizing sadness, I felt a motivating sense of survival. I had a plan in mind to muffle my tears and fuel my anger. The day after the split I concentrated on one thing - get rid of any evidence of his existence. Unfortunately, my plan relied on his ability to remove his personal items - not an easy thing for him to do when he hadn't found a permanent residence yet. Once I accepted the fact that his trophies, shirts, and favorite snacks would be a semi-permanent part of my apartment
It was early on a Thursday morning when the words, "I think we should break up" were spoken. My palms started to sweat and I could hear my heart pound with each eternal second that passed. There it was, the familiar pit in my stomach of my heart breaking. After 5 years of relationship and 2 years living together, our time as a couple ended in a matter of minutes. During the following four weeks I went through a roller coaster of emotions. The whirlwind of losing a partner is not an easy thing to go through, even if it is for the better. For the first few weeks, every moment was a fight to feel normal. So what did I do?
You guys. I am seriously blown away by your growth and commitment to the Love Your Body series! I get a little choked up just thinking about how many of you have really put in the effort this past week to love the skin you're in. You have no idea what it means to me when you tell me that MY words are inspiring you. Just like any human being, there are days when I doubt myself. I am constantly analyzing the content I put out on Life in Spandex. I wonder if people resonate with my message, if it matters to them, if they are getting anything out of my content. The feedback I've gotten over the past seven days