Carly Wilson, TX
In a grand adventure, Carly exchanged her condo and corporate job for a used RV. She is journeying through America with her husband Elijah, the love of her life and her steadfast prayer partner.
Carly majored in literature at the University of California, San Diego. She has written for a wedding planner, a satirical newspaper, a women’s health website, nonprofits, a mutual fund company, and Saddleback Church. She launched her own inspiring blog of true stories. She brings purpose and hope to her clients and readers.
As a Story Terrace writer, Carly interviews customers and turns their life stories into books. Get to know her better by reading her autobiographical anecdote below.
The snide comments, the scale, the mirror, and even my doctor all agreed: I was obese. I saw the glamorous model posing in a white bikini in my swimsuit catalog and placed my order for the exact same bikini. When I put on my new purchase, I looked nothing like the woman on the glossy page.
Then my new boyfriend invited me to Hawaii with him. I vowed to lose weight. I displayed the bikini in my kitchen as motivation for me to avoid the fridge. When my boyfriend came over and saw the flirty, skimpy outfit, his face lit up.
“I want to see you in that bikini,” he told me excitedly.
I didn’t want to disappoint him.
I tried to diet before our vacation, but my efforts backfired. I was so hungry that I ate even more than I would have ordinarily. When we boarded the plane for Hawaii, I was the heaviest I’d ever been.
I donned the white bikini in our hotel room, filled with dread, and wrapped my towel tightly around me like a security blanket.
Standing on the shore of the Waikiki beach, still hiding inside my towel, I remembered how much I had been teased for my weight.
“I can’t let go of this towel,” I told my boyfriend.
He threw his arms around me and kissed me. “Please trust me,” he implored. “I love you.”
When I heard his voice say those sweet words, I let the towel fall in a heap, standing in front of my boyfriend not as a flawless model, but just how I was.
He tenderly tucked a strand of my hair behind my ears and kissed me again. Suddenly, the hurtful comments of other people didn’t matter to me anymore. He pulled away and smiled, looking into my eyes. “You’re beautiful.”
Over the years, God has taught me to see my body as a temple. God has helped me lose weight and maintain a healthy weight. I can now fully enjoy my time at the beach!
What became of the boyfriend who told me I was beautiful, even when my belly bulged out and others sneered at me and accused me of having no self control around food? I married him.
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