Let’s Dispense with the Self-Doubt
On Women Breaking Themselves Down Over Weight
Seriously ladies, you fucking pick yourselves apart until there is nothing left.
I can’t count the times I’ve heard “I am too fat”, or “I don’t look good right now”, or “I don’t have my summer body”, all to find out that you are your own worst enemy — and you look sexy as hell.
You should really see a few extra pounds as your friend.
A mechanism of sorts, to vet the most shallow of men. The same thing with some stretch marks, which eats at some of you, or some other thing that you just cannot seem to let go of, that really is not a big deal to anybody but you.
Goddamn, women are beautiful in so many shapes and sizes. The thing that is least sexy about an extra 25 lbs is the relentless self-deprecation that seems to accompany it.
I got news for you, honey. Nobody looks perfect, but you can be sexy as fuck nonetheless, so please stop making yourself so unattractive by saying you look bad when you clearly don’t.
I see the beauty in a woman at their fundamental level and a couple sizes past where you want to be; it makes no fucking difference to anyone but you.
Throw on a pair of matching bra and panties. Stand across the room from me and fucking own it.
Because you look fucking good and you better believe it when I grab you by the hair and make you feel it in your bones.
So saddle up, cowgirl.
Daddy is throwing the kitchen sink at you and you can take that extra few sizes and bite down on them because I’m gonna steamroll you babydoll.