2 years ago, I weighed 162 pounds. Today I weigh 126.
I didn’t lose the weight by hating myself down to a size 4. Not through dieting, not through crazy amounts of exercise, not through calorie counting, or purging.
I lost 35 pounds by learning to love and take care of my body. I realized that part of loving myself is giving my body what it needs. I changed my diet to include mostly plants, I cut out soda and fought hard against my addiction to sugary/fatty foods. I began to see food as fuel and to use it as such. I also made sure my body was in motion for at least 1 hour everyday, and these days I am even working on becoming physically stronger. I knew that my old eating/exercise habits would not suit me as I began to age. I knew that I wasn’t treating my body well.
When I truly began to love it, it took a new shape. I loved my old shape. I love my new shape. I love it all because I love me! x)
I am in love with Laci Green. She is the most inspiring person I have ever seen.
SO FREAKIN’ EXCITED! I JUST WANT TO KEEP HIM IN MY BED FOREVER FOR MY OWN PERSONAL USE :} <3
YOU ARE THE REASON PEOPLE ARE INSECURE YOU IGNORANT BITCH.
OF COURSE THEY’RE GOING TO WEAR FUCKING SHORTS. HAVE YOU SEEN THE WEATHER?
IF SOMEBODY WANTS TO WEAR SHORTS THEY WILL.
IT’S NOT A CRIME TO WEAR A CERTAIN ITEM OF CLOTHING.
NOBODY ASKED YOUR OPINION SO SIMMER DOWN.
GRRRR.
My original story.
Le Blurb;
I drink too much, too often but i’m not an alcoholic. I smoke to much, too often but i’m not an addict. I fuck to much, too often so i’m a whore.
Just another prostitute on the streets. Just another body to be used. Just another fucked up romance. Just another lie. Just another secret.
Didn’t like it. It was like porn that made me feel bad.
Let me meet your parents?