I sound like such a cliché saying this, I know. But gosh dang does it feel good not to look at pictures of myself in a bathing suit & think “fat” every single time. It took me so long to get here (I’m talking like 15 years) and I did so many things to make it to where I am.…
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i am. okay with this
i’m reading a book right now called “the top five regrets of the dying,” &, at one point, she writes about growing up being judged. something i’m pretty sure every person has experienced. i know i have. (that’s the whole reason i started this page). anyway, she pointed out that everyone who was judging her, was likely unhappy with themselves…
