News about Louise Hay

Recently I went on a hike with my fiancé Paul. It was one of those sunny British days when the weather absolutely called for a pair of shorts. I have some sensible black walking shorts in a size 8-10. Yet as soon as I got them out of the drawer, that same old voice started up in my head. 'You can't wear those!' it whispered. 'Not with your legs! They're like a rugby player's. Why don't you stay home, put your baggy old trackie bottoms on instead, and open a packet of biscuits?' In the past I would have obeyed that voice. It's one I have heard every day of my life, urging me to hide from the world and stuff endless amounts of junk food into my mouth.