You Don’t Need Anyone’s Permission To Be Absolutely, Totally, Completely Fabulous

Stop feeling shitty about yourself. Stop right now. That’s enough. Your beliefs about yourself are bringing you down. It’s not your weight. It’s not your glaring flaw you think everyone is focused on. News flash: everyone else is focused on their own shit; they’re too busy worrying what you think of their flaw to worry about your flaw. They think you look great in that top, actually. They think your shoes are adorable. And your new haircut? Fuck. Hot.

You don’t need anyone’s permission to be fucking fabulous.

Let’s say that again:


Stop giving the media, your mom, your next door neighbor, whatever, whoever, power over how you feel about yourself. What do they know? If all they care about is how people look, then feel bad for them. That’s a pretty boring life.

If you’re 100 lbs. and you feel sexy as fuck, own it. If you’re 300 lbs. and you feel sexy as fuck, own that, too. The grass is not greener on the other side of weight loss or a nose job or a boob job or Botox. Enough! Ladies, ENOUGH! Stop trying to change the industry. Start with you. Stop giving them power and they’ll be powerless. Stop trying to fit in. Instead, stand out.

Be you. Change the game. Be fucking awesome and don’t apologize for it. Don’t shrink. Don’t hide. Wear that fucking hot dress you’re too insecure to wear. Wear the bikini without the fucking “bikini body.” Fuck, who cares? WEAR A TRASH BAG. Wear what you want.

Fuck everything else.

Stop being shameful of your appetite. You hear me? STOP DOING THAT. Stop harshing your own buzz because you can’t lose a pound. You like food! You know what tastes better than thin feels? LIKE EVERYTHING. So the fuck what? You’re not any less of a person because you like eating!

If your body is not a discussion to you, then it won’t be a discussion to other people. You teach people how to look at you and talk to you and if you want to talk about your body, oh, they’ll talk about your body. Don’t give them the space to. Look at yourself in the mirror every day and tell yourself you are fucking hot. Why? BECAUSE YOUR OPINION IS THE ONLY ONE THAT COUNTS. If you think you’re hot, who’s to tell you you’re not? If you knew you were great at math and someone came up to you and told you that you suck at math, you wouldn’t believe them, because you fucking know you’re great at math.

If you think your body is going to keep you from finding love, then guess what? Your body will keep you from finding love. If you think you are destined to be alone and unhappy for the rest of your life, then guess what? You will be alone and unhappy for the rest of your life. It’s not new information and it’s not rocket science, but hey you, yeah you — stop forgetting this! Stop forgetting that your reality is only what you make it.

Buy clothes that fit right now. Don’t buy clothes that you hope will fit one day when you get down to a “dream size.” You may get down to that size or you may not, who cares? Either way, look fucking fabulous! Do things you love, regardless. Be a fucking ballerina if you want to be a fucking ballerina. Stop letting other people dictate what you do with your life and what makes you happy. If you love clothes, but those bitches don’t have clothes that fit your body, then fuck, learn how to sew. If your friends are bitches and they care more about how they look than absolutely everything else, then lose the weight. (The weight being those fucking “friends.”)

Stop wasting time.

This is your only life.

When you are dying, do you think you’ll care about the size of your pants? No, you fucking won’t!

You have things to do, dreams to get at, places to be, life work to get done! You are an important person who needs to be putting their energy into things that matter, things that rev you up, things that make you excited about yourself and your body and the joy of being a woman.

Women are fucking awesome! We can make babies inside our bodies. We are healers and lovers and we are fabulous in this exact moment, regardless of anything and everything else.

Let’s go enjoy that shit! Thought Catalog Logo Mark

Jamie Varon

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