I stumbled upon an old picture and realised how time flies! The photo on the left was from over a year ago - a time when I didn't have a waistline, I lacked confidence in myself and I only dared to wear black... because it makes you look slimmer.
I remember those were the days when I prioritised work above all else, neglecting my health and my body.
The day came when I wanted to change and become a better person, inside out. So I signed up for a gym membership, got myself a personal
To define self-love as "accepting and appreciating yourself for who you are" is such a difficult concept to grasp. It's definitely easier said than done and I don't deny that I'm still struggling to come to terms with it even up till now.
Many people know that I exercise regularly, but I guess not many know that I started working out because I disliked the way I look. I've tried all sorts of methods - from intensive cardio to weight lifting, restricting my carb
When I was young, I never knew what self-love meant. I never loved myself. Boys sneered and told me in my face that they would only give me a score of "C" based on my looks and figure. Yet, I was so eager to get their attention and be accepted - that I gambled my health away.
My battle with myself began.
My period stopped for months, my pelvic bones started to show, my pants started to drop and my hair was falling out in clumps. I dreaded the sight of myself and my reflection
I hesitated with this post as I didn’t think I had an issue with my body image until a close friend of mine told me about Rock The Naked Truth. I then realised how much I was beating myself up for my weight gains even though I am already underweight.
In 2013/4, I told myself that I had to start working out ever since I found out that I had high cholesterol. My height (164cm) and weight (42kg) have been constant since I was 14. I am now 22 years old and still at the same height.
I've always been into running, easily clocking 5km on the treadmill during my gym sessions, but I only started getting serious about it in April 2015 when I experienced my first heartbreak and possibly one of the hardest experiences in my life.
It was not a healthy, perhaps even toxic relationship, and I emerged from it feeling unhappy and sad. I felt that I had lost myself in the midst of the relationship. Somehow, by a stroke of luck, I had signed up for my first run in Singapore at