Bloom By Becs

and girls, we ARE kinda chic 💅

i spent years being all of these girls, at once.

the one who had the knowledge, the qualification, the lived experiences.

and i still couldn’t stop eating the same 3 chocolate bars & stashing the wrappers in my glove box everytime i went to the supermarket or petrol station — even though i promised myself time & time again i wouldn’t do it.

nobody was more confused and defeated by my own behaviour than i was.

so if you recognise or can relate to any of the past versions of me; this account is for you. 🫶🏼🧚‍♀️

when i say ive been where you are..

i understand that tummies and yitties make burpees feel like you’re a baby animal learning how to walk for the first time.

i understand how every time you tell yourself this is the ‘last time’ you’ll binge — you don’t believe yourself because that’s what you said 3 last times ago.

i understand that being told to ‘just do it’ is useless advice considering the fact you probably want to do it, there’s just something stopping you and you don’t know what it is yet.

i understand that star jumps are a full contact sport when performed without a construction grade sports bra and a prayer.

i understand how it feels to wonder what your life could have been like if you had kept the weight off the first time you lost it.

save this for when you need a reminder that we all start somewhere. ❤️‍🩹