One Mom’s Journey from Fat to Skinny to Confident


Weekend Quote: How would your life be different if…

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I’m trying to get here. I think I’m closer than I’ve ever have been before: 

“How would your life be different if…You stopped allowing other people to dilute or poison your day with their words or opinions? Let today be the day…You stand strong in the truth of your beauty and journey through your day without attachment to the validation of others”― Steve Maraboli, Life, the Truth, and Being Free

Normally I like to share a bit more for weekend quotes but that one is so good I want to let it stand on it’s own.

Think about it.


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There are 5 comments so far.

    Kaki Bennett

    June 8, 2013

    This makes me wonder why we have evolved this way… What evolutionary advantage is gained by caring what other people think? I’m going to ponder that, too. – Kaki Bennett


    June 8, 2013

    I think one of the advantages of being in my 50’s now is that I can see myself caring less and less what others think. I really cared when I was younger! At least that is something to look forward to girls!!

      Cheryl Palen

      June 15, 2013

      why did it take you until you were 50? sad.

    Mary Mc

    June 11, 2013

    I agree with you Laurie~My 50’s are about not worrying about others opinions~My opinion is the only one that matters to me~There is a sense of freedom at this age~

    Karen H.

    June 12, 2013

    That’s an awesome quote. I think my life would be tremendously different if I had been taught that principle as a child. Worrying about outside opinions kept me silent when I needed to speak up and that snowballed throughout my life. Now I’m morbidly obese from eating the feelings that I was afraid to voice. It’s a struggle trying to get these pounds off and even sometimes to realize that I’m stuffing my feelings down with food.