it’s weird to sit in my beach house where I used to count my calories, or sit alone because I didn’t want to go to the beach looking fat that day and be comfortable with myself.
I have gained a little bit of weight, my thighs are touching a little bit and my stomach sticks out a bit (I’m probably 158 but idk scale doesn’t work here)
And for the first time ever I’m fine with that. Truly fine with it, this is day 3 and I haven’t avoided a certain food or tried to exercise to loose any weight. I am finally (I hope!) happy with myself.
Cured? Perhaps.
The real cure:getting out into the real world and seeing every human’s shape. Seeing that for my size, for my family that I’m skinny. Seeing that I just have a large frame, that it’s my bones that make me the way I am not the food I eat.
People find me attractive with clothes, a bikini, or even nothing on. I don’t have to change my body to be liked. Realizing this has never seemed more simple
