Day 1 of my well deserved holidays – reporting from Bali, Indonesia.
After 22 hours of flying I made it to the party destination of Southern hemisphere. This place is known for its Aussie and Kiwi tourists as much as Magaluf is known for it’s British visitors. Aspirations for travelling to these destinations are the same – party till you drop, consume as much alcohol as you can and lose dignity as fast as possible.
Bali is a place to have a good time but it does have many beautiful hidden gems and amongst partying is known for surfing and very lovely people of Bali who make your stay a bliss if you don’t give into the temptation of partying every day and spending holidays with hangovers.
So what am I doing here? Clearly not searching for a crossfit box or a weightlifting gym or on the quest to get to eat in some paleo restaurant, you wouldn’t find them here easily I reckon. I am simply here to let my hair down and enjoy the island which I loved first time I visited in April.
On this occasion I am also meeting up with my friends – girls from Australia and New Zealand. I haven’t seen some of them for over 18 months and I missed them a lot.
First night – going big – white party in Kuta
As our plan to meet up somewhere glam progressed into attending a prestigious and almost the poshest party in Bali, I had to rush from the airport to hotel to change (glam up) and attend the party to see my dear friends.
My flight was way too long to consider spending more than 30 minutes of getting ready. Usually, I would spend twice the amount of time getting ready (still a typical girl!!!). I had to cut down the average time of getting ready as I needed to jump into a taxi before midnight. I quickly pulled my white dress from the suitcase, specifically purchased for this occasion. Meanwhile, I checked my Facebook for the details of the party location only to find out that girls are dressed amazingly hot, with surprisingly short shorts (could refer to them as underwear) and bra tops revealing all their beautiful bodies.
Looking in the mirror and my conservative knee length white dress I realised that I will be out of place at that party if going by their outfits was reflectin the attire of roughly 300 people.
A few minutes of consideration and analysing the self reflection in the mirror I decided to go for a slightly out of my comfort zone outfit.
I pulled a short white lambada skirt and matched it with the white top which I tucked in to reveal my tummy (or abs as some would refer to).
“This was not going to be worn by you!” – said the inside voice.
“You are too fat for this! You’ve never worn anything that would show your belly!!! You don’t even dare to wear a sports bra in the training session in the environment which is called “home” – gym!!”
Alright, so that was not going to be a solution. I changed back to white dress which was my kind of dress.
15 min later I left the hotel to flag a taxi in a white lambada skirt and top revealing my tummy!
I overcame my own disbelief in my own body and felt comfortable more than ever before.
I never knew I would wear this outfit ever!
What made me change my mind?
I credit all the workout, exercise and clean eating. I have no belly fat to complaint about and my body did look great and was worth showing it out to the world!
Weightlifting made my body what it is today – strong and proud! I didn’t care much about what anyone thinks of it, I know that it can lift a lot of weight and I know it is my body – machine – which nowadays I treat with respect and understand it better than ever before.
What happened next?
I had a great night out! I reunited with my friend and we had a blast! Lots of laugh, lots of dancing and lots of compliments.
The compliments were coming from men but also from girls, who loved dancing with us on the stage.
Those who knew us from London were complimenting how well we all looked comparing to our high party times in London when we were abusing our bodies and mistreated them.
We didn’t have to drink much to have a good time last night and recounting what happened was not at all about losing dignity as we were used to in our prime years in London.
Last night we were glowing! Happy healthy glow reflecting pride and confidence in our bodies!
I am a girl and I am proud to lift heavy x