Renee Fisher is an author, coach and consultant who recently launched a full-service creative agency for authors. She is passionate about defending dreams and spurring others forward to love and good deeds (Hebrews 10:24). #DreamDefender
Renee is a BIG fan of glitter, a graduate of Biola University and lives in Austin, Texas with her handsome husband and their fur child named “Starfish.” Connect at ReneeFisher.com and YourDre
It took me even longer to realize it was kind-of-offensive. Whoops. Maybe that’s because I was used to carrying around the label that:
Just try putting on a size 9 when you’re a ballooned sized 24. Yep. That was me in high school. Last week, I mentioned in more detail about my health issues related to eczema, and how I lost the skin off my face and feet.
When my skin healed though, I finally cycled off 80 of the 100 pounds.
It took me two years.
Two years of watching my body get massacred with stretch marks and floppy boobs.
I was pretty much doomed to live up in a castle and remain single forever without my handsome prince. Like all other girls, I based my worth on another label:
Single sounded so cold and lonely and depressing. And what was even more depressing is that I was single pretty much my entire life except for one boyfriend—but he didn’t last long.
I was desperately seeking truth, and I knew I needed to be able to handle it when it finally came.
So I spent a year.
I devoted my one of my New Year’s Values to:
I’m too much had to be replaced I’m just enough.
I’m too loud was replaced with passionate.
I’m too aggressive with assertive.
And I’m too fat with….
Instead, I furiously threw myself into business and concentrated my efforts elsewhere.
I graduated college.
I got a dream job.
I published a couple of books.
In my second book Not Another Dating Book–I did my best to cover every label of relationships I could think of—over 80 in total.
The bad boy.
The drama queen.
The perpetual bridesmaid.
The nice guy.
The good girl.
His name was Marc.
He asked me out.
We fell in love.
He put a ring on my finger.
And bought me a house.
“I’m too fat” became “he calls me beautiful.”