People can sense that kind of desperation a mile away.
The most powerful thing you can do for yourself is let yourself be sad.
“Just so frustrating and emotionally draining as everything you do for them gets thrown back at you.”
I’m worthy of love and I deserve the love that I’ve been looking for and the love that I’m willing to give.
You can’t hate yourself into loving yourself. It’s impossible.
To some I’m too curvy. To others I’m too dark, busty, loud, fat arms, thick thighs, a fat belly — too much, but at the same time not enough.
“Finding stuff that I do just on my own, that has nothing to do with my boyfriend and is just stuff for me. I go on walks by myself, am making more of an effort to spend time with friends, I’m taking a drawing class. It’s making a huge difference, way more than I expected.”
Fat is not mean. Fat is not scary. Fat is not ugly. Fat is simply a word, with no inherent goodness or badness. Fat is a characteristic; an adjective.
Take the pictures. Take them all. If you’re feeling it, take 100 in a row. Soak in this moment and say, “Damn, I look good.” Because you do.
It almost hurts to say this but I cannot recall a time where I was ever happy with my body.