This week’s #theROYCEproject is extra special because I went to Tokyo, Japan! I didn’t go to Japan specifically to do #theROYCEproject, but because my aunt was participating in the Tokyo Marathon, and I was part of her official support team.
We had a few days to explore Japan before the actual marathon, and I came across the paragliding experience advertisement while I was booking a Mt. Fuji tour for my mom and my aunt. This had been on my bucket list for half a decade, ever since I saw it in the movie The Intouchables. And why wouldn’t it be on everyone’s bucket list? It may be the closest thing human beings could do to have working wings, and the views were sure to be breath-taking, not only because they’re beautiful, but because you’re thousands of feet up in the air with nothing but a parachute and the wind to keep you afloat.
A little over two months ago, my friends and I thought how fun it would be to do a photo shoot for my Birthday. The idea was to dress up in those cute animal onesies we saw on Instagram, and to blow glitter into the camera for that ~sparkle~ factor (hence, the name “21 and Glitter”). As the day of the photo shoot came closer and as my self-confidence grew, I brought up the idea of having some photos taken of me in my underwear… like just my underwear.
With my recent weight loss, I am often asked what I’ve been doing. Everyone is almost always surprised when I say yoga. I don’t blame them. Before I went to my first class in 2015, I thought it would be so easy. What would be so hard about what looked like an hour of stretching? Because of that silly assumption, I would never forget the pain of sitting on my hips in child’s pose for the first time, and that was supposed to be one of the more relaxing poses.
You can tell from last week’s post that I have body issues. As an overweight person, it’s already a given that I have a fear of weighing scales. I was traumatized as a kid. In the 3rd grade, the doctor who performed our medical exams posted a chart of the weights of everyone in our class. Because it was posted on our classroom door, everyone (read: my classmates, their nosy parents, and our judgmental teachers) saw that I was indisputably the heaviest in my grade, by at least 5 kilos if I remember correctly. Of course, people took that as a cue to inform me of what I already knew.
Let’s get one thing straight: I am not athletic. My body is not built for me to be athletic. I have always been a the fat kid, and being bullied for it throughout my whole life certainly discouraged me from doing something about it. A tragic fact about the people in my sphere: they laugh at me for trying to change. It’s gone as far as being told that I’ve gone way beyond the point of having a “normal”-sized body. So why did I sign myself up for a 5K?