Sometimes after dinner I eat a sleeve of Oreos. Last Wednesday, I was craving Cheetos so I drove to the store and bought myself a bag. When I put peanut butter on my toast, I give myself a generous dollop and don’t worry about the calories. My food is my fuel and I refuse to stop living life because I’m too scared to eat. I am not the stereotypical “running body type.” I have fat. I have cellulite. Yet I still was able to win this race by nearly an entire minute. Girls ask me constantly how I eat and what I do to fuel, the answer is simple: I am mindful of my cravings and kind to myself. I’m a normal person and I live my life to the fullest. I don’t count my calories or weigh my food anymore. I’m also in the absolute best shape of my life. By no means am I saying that I’m a superstar runner or that I couldn’t improve in many areas, but to any of the runners on here who have messaged me saying they wish they could be as fast as me or that they look up to me: all it takes is a undying love for the sport, an unreal work ethic, and a relentless heart. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.

i finally finished setting up my workspace in my new apartment and honestly??? i’m completely in love 

Nikita Gill (via wordsnquotes)