Yesterday I woke up at 6am to prepare for my day. I would be teaching Pop Pilates and our community workout at the gym. I felt well rested, and even got to enjoy the sunrise while sipping warm water on the porch, and getting cuddles from Ginger kitty. Then like ten minutes into it the mosquitoes came out, and I was like, “You guys ruin everything.” and retreated back inside. After a delicious breakfast it was time to get dressed. I knew it would be warm, so I put on a tank top. Then I looked at myself in the mirror and practiced arm circles while looking at my arms.
THEY WERE JIGGLING.
More than I wanted them to. I’ve been nursing a bum shoulder for weeks now that hasn’t allowed me to exercise like I want to, and it’s taken a bit of a toll on me, physically and mentally. I stood there and contemplated what to do. Change shirts, obviously. Nobody wants to see the instructor’s jiggling arms. Instructors shouldn’t have jiggling arms! Then I made eye contact with myself and was like, “Really, Tiara? Wear the damn tank top.”
And I did. And then I went and did what I love to do, and both classes were filled with beautiful people who came and worked so hard, and I was so happy! And not once did I think about my jiggling arms. Or my jiggling butt, or whatever else on this body that jiggles. And I went on to have one of the best weekends I’ve had in a long time.
Wear your tank tops, your shorts, your bathing suits, and own your jiggle or lack of jiggle. We are the only ones who ultimately get to decide how we feel about it, and we are SO.MUCH.MORE than what jiggles.
Be free, people!