It's all About Me (Explicit Langage to Follow)

I am not sure how this will come across, but I feel I need to get it out there. (Yes, strong language.)

I am done with this. I am finished and bidding a fond farewell. I am tired of body shaming myself through, and allowing myself to feel like shit because of, what other people think is 'ideal'. It's fucking stupid.

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Weight Stereotyping

 Size, weigh, caloric intake... it's all bull shit.
I will not ever be, and do not want to be, a size 6 (or even 8, or 10). I am happy being a size 14, (sometimes 16, depends on the clothing).

Look at me! Do I look "fat"?

Photo: Matt Norris, http://www.mgnorris.com/
Nope... Because I'm not!

What I used to look was unhappy.
Well, fuck that shit!

I haven't felt that way in a long while. I am pretty happy these days. I like the way I look. I like the way I feel.

I'm tired of people making me feel like an ass because I want a fucking cookie. I like fucking cookies! Over the course of 4 days I ate a package of Pepperidge Farm Mint Milanos that my Mother In Law put in my Christmas stocking! And they were fucking AMAZING!



So, here I am. 178 pounds, a size 14 dress, a 33inch waste to my 5'6" frame. I have the endurance to skate 30 laps in 5 minutes, can run 1.5 miles in 17 minutes (I hate running), I can kick someones ass (but I abhor unnecessary violence for no reason) and I am happy.

Can you say you're happy?


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