I’m often amazed at how many people on my friends list are simply trying to sell me a thing. I frustratedly wrote this last night, and it feels just as valid and true today.
Would you reach out to me if I were thin? What if I were a man? Would you believe that I have great gut health without taking a pill to make me poop? Would you believe I actually choose to eat lean proteins along with fruits, vegetables and not a ton of processed carbs? Would you believe that when I do eat processed carbs or sugars I don’t actually feel guilty about it? Would you believe I already work out several times a week with structured formats that I know help me gain muscle because I did the leg work (no pun intended) to figure these out for myself? Would you believe that despite my pants size and cellulite, I don’t actually hate my body or my weight or my level of strength?
Would you believe that I actually sleep pretty well, actually get vitamin D from sunshine and only take vitamins when my kids choose not to eat theirs and I’m too lazy to put them back in the container? Would you believe I do frequently buy books for my kids and that they aren’t actually going without? Would you believe I support loads of small businesses in more ways than just the obvious?
Would you be my “friend” if you knew wholeheartedly I had no intentions of buying from you?
Not saying I never will, but I’m more than the money in my wallet or the size of my hips.
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