Your body is capable of amazing things

Since I was 12 years old I’ve hated my body. Much like every other person.
I’m too fat – my love handles are too big, my hair is too fragile, my legs are too short. The only thing I’ve liked is my boobs. Well, at least since the age of 18.

I remember in sixth grade when my mum and I had a meeting with my teacher and I said that I was feeling left out by the other girls and she asked me why. My answer was “I am too fat”. WTF?!
I don’t even know if I believed it or not, but back then – I knew that if I was fat, there was a reason for me to be left out. Because I didn’t look like everyone else. And that was easier to face than the fact that I was weird. (Which I’m totally okay with now by the way). But where did I get this from? First of all, that I was overweight? And second of all, that there was something wrong with being overweight? Like that was an okay reason for being left out?

I study nutrition, and even if I’ve been taught the information to why the body needs the food we eat – all this information blows out the window that one second my brain starts to go on and on about how “I am too fat.”
But now I say I’ve had enough!
My body is a freaking powerful machine. I got hit by a car in 40km/h and here I am! I’m like freaking wonder woman or something. I’m not saying that I’m immortal. But why do I put all my energy into feeding my body with negative thoughts about how it looks instead of loving it?
My body is awesome.
It’s been there for me through my 27 years here on earth. It walks, swims, breathes, smiles, cries, and beats, “plays the guitar” (at least that’s my intention), lifts, kicks, dance.
When did I start let my looks define who I am?

From now on I’m treating You with love, kindness, respect and gratitude. Everything that You deserve. Everything that I deserve.
I am a soul, I have a body. But the body is one of our biggest supporters through life. So I will support You.


Photo: Isabelle Thelning 

And she said ”It’s the thought that counts.”

My sister called me last night and reminded me of a Christmas present I got from her a long time ago.

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One year when we were kids me and my sister decided to give each other presents for ten days up until Christmas, with things we had in our home already.
So this one day I gave her this really beautiful porcelain cat that I’ve gotten from my grandma a couple years earlier. And I really loved this cat.
You know what she gave me? A cucumber piece. NOTE: a cucumber piece, not even a whole cucumber. I snatched the cat out of her hands and ran into my room angry AF.

And yesterday we laughed about this and she told me that at her work the chefs in the kitchen have banned her to eat cucumber because she eats it all. ”So if you think about it, you should feel honored that I shared a cucumber with you.”

Well, it’s the thought that counts, isn’t it? 
Merry Christmas everyone! Spread the love. 

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10 months later and welcomed with love

On the 17th of December I arrived in Copenhagen after my first 10 months in Australia.
I was so excited I could barely sit still the last hour on the plane, I was going to see my mum again!!!
The first thing I saw when I walked through the exit was my mum’s small head jumping up and down trying to find me among the crowd. Lots of x’s and o’s were shared between me, my mum and my stepdad Bjerne!
Mums says ”turn right!”, and there’s some freaks holding up a banner and it takes me about 15 seconds (trying to peer through all the tears and tiredness, and trying to understand who Pernilla is since almost no one has called me that in the last 10 months), and then Maria is peeking over the banner. My two best friends Maria and Eve had come to surprise me and boy, was I surprised (Even more tears at this stage)!

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I am surrounded by so much love in this world and I am so grateful for every single one of you.
After this I was thinking about the movie Love Actually;

Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion’s starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don’t see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often it’s not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it’s always there – fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge – they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I’ve got a sneaky feeling you’ll find that love actually is all around.

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You know when you’ve been overseas and you’ve been working really, really hard on your tan (believe me when I say that I’ve been working on it. My friends back home in Australia actually said that I am fifty shades of white), and instantly when you get of the plane it feels like all your tan just come off.
It wasn’t like that here. Thank you guys for being so white 😉