I read a beautiful blog post late last night by one of my all-time favorite bloggers, Kelle Hampton. If you haven't read Kelle's story, it's one that is emotional and raw. Her story has always hit close to home for me in a lot of different ways. But that is for a different post...
Over the last week, I've struggled a bit. To be completely honest, I've wondered if I did the right thing in sharing my story. You see, I shared one of the most vulnerable parts of myself with you. (And a bunch of other strangers.) And up until this point, it hadn't been a huge deal. In fact, up until this point I know I only had a few dozen people coming here regularly.
Now, that's changed. A lot.
Kelle was speaking directly to me when she said:
If you share, if you publish, if you write, if you speak, if you are brave and decide to put yourself out there, I promise you, someone won't like it. Someone won't agree with you. Someone will misinterpret. Someone will think that you are silly, unqualified and that your work is crap. That you are crap. They might not just think it but they might tell you. And that won't feel good, especially not the first time you hear it.
Over the past couple weeks, I've received some negative feedback about my story. Some of it from strangers, some not. Some of them were sent directly to me, some I stumbled upon myself, and some others told me about. But in all cases, it hurt.
It made me question if I was brave enough to continue on. It made me question if I was doing the right thing in sharing such a personal, still heart-wrenching-to-me story.
I had been thinking long and hard about it. Last night, after reading her post, I realized I already knew the answer.
Yes. I have done the right thing in sharing. It isn't easy to get negative feedback. And hopefully my skin will get thicker. I do value all opinions, and welcome them. I only ask that you use tact and grace when vocalizing them.
I could have taken the easy way out. I could have decided to let these several instances affect me. I could have opted to stop opening myself up, I could opt to stop letting myself be vulnerable by choosing not to share my story and my words. I could.
But it's moments like yesterday, when I open my email and am moved to tears because of the multiple beautiful emails I receive telling me how much I have touched them and changed their lives. It's moments when I log on and read the comments left for me that give me chills, thinking of how many others might still need to find hope again.
That is what this blog is about. Sure, the premise is a weight loss blog. But it's about so much more! It's about finding hope again. It's about finding strength when you feel it is gone. It's about learning to love yourself, especially when you feel most unlovable.