I have been a fat girl all my life, and have only recently begun to accept myself. Society taught me that my body defined me, and that my value and self worth were dependent upon what it looked like and how much it weighed. I refuse to give anymore of my precious time away to self loathing, I refuse to allow someone else’s perception and idea of beauty define my own, and I am done putting my life on hold for the false belief that my happiness is dependent upon a swinging number on a scale. Day by day I am loving me just a little bit more, and my only regrets are not having started sooner.
i just wanted to put this out there since im sure it’ll get written about differently tomorrow.
"Statistically, a woman is more likely to be hurt by a man than she is to ever be eaten by a shark, hit by a car, be attacked by a bear, crash in a plane, or be bitten by a spider. When a woman expresses fear of any of these events, she is still seen as a rational person. When I tell people that I am afraid of swimming in the ocean because I’m afraid of sharks, they accept it almost without question. But, when I tell people that I’m afraid of men, that men scare me more than sharks and spiders and freak plane accidents all combined, I immediately lose their respect. I am considered elitist. I am considered sub-human."
"you’re so full of yourself" no i had a lot of insecurites and a low self esteem which i worked extremely hard to overcome and now i realize that im awesome and i dont care if you think otherwise