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What I Refuse to Believe About My Body

No. No. F*CK THIS.

I will not do anything but love my body.

Wanting to be healthier is one thing, wanting to feel more comfortable doing physical activity is one thing, but I refuse to believe that I cannot feel attractive until I drop the 20+ extra pounds I’ve gained. No.

I refuse to believe that I’m stuck wearing ill-fitting, uncomfortable clothes until however long it takes for me to get in better shape.

I refuse to believe that because I’m not making much money right now, I will not be able to scrounge up the dough to get some clothes that actually fit, are comfortable, flattering for my current shape, and that I feel great in.

F*CK THAT.

I refuse to believe that I should give a shit about the extra weight when I go on a date.

I refuse to believe that I am somehow “competing” with gals who are in better shape for eligible dudes.

No.

I refuse to believe that weight or shape or fat or clothes should determine how I feel about myself.

I refuse to believe that it matters if anyone makes a comment about my weight or what I’m eating.

F*ck that.

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