

Here’s the thing, no one cares. Yes I am very proud of who I am. I’m smart as hell, a decent singer, and a damn good writer. I’m pretty good at this motherhood thing, I’m cute, and yes I’m fat as hell.
Being fat is a simple part of who I am. It’s an adjective; nothing more, nothing less. In the same way I’d say I was a proud…
Nice shirt. Seriously.
I admire that you are so comfortable with yourself. It is sometimes (usually?) hard to accept change in our body. It is surprisingly easy to become dis-associated with our body , sort of, “I don’t look like that” or, “I should be able to move this way.” “What happened to me?” If you can just accept…