of struggling with how I see myself. For the last 5 years, I had been really underweight and would obsess about looking skinnier. Over this last summer I gained over 30 pounds, and didn’t really care until I started to realize what size clothing I was.
It’s ridiculous. I don’t want to feel pressured to be a size 0, I don’t want that anxiety to be apart of my life, like it has managed to be since I was 9. It doesn’t matter if I weigh 90 pounds or 300 pounds. I am going to start working out, and eating healthier- and get off the scale and not look at clothing sizes. Things like that shouldn’t matter, and I am tired of feeling that way over something so petty. I shouldn’t say, “I’m fat,” because in all reality I am not. I am just out of shape, and that will change.
I’m not going to kill myself to be 90 pounds anymore. Being happy and gaining weight were two of the best things to happen to me physically. I am going to be happy with my appearance and not do so based off a number.
Sorry for my rant, I just needed this off my chest.
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ghostwriterwithin said:
Kassy, </3
itsjustacidlove said:
I love you and I think you are beautiful:)
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