I seriously can’t wait for colder weather.
Sweaters, jeans, boots, bonfires, drinking hot chocolate, Halloween, leaves falling.
I’m so excited.
Omg my heart started beating really fast
Three years ago, I had a little belly like the one I have now. Like this year, things were stressful for me then and I didn’t take care of my body; I ate poorly and didn’t exercise at all. Three years ago, I hated my belly. I hated the way I felt it jiggle when I would drive my car, I hated the way it protruded past any shirt I wore, no matter how baggy (or at least that’s how I felt). I was miserable and felt hideous.
Now, I am lucky enough to say that I have come to a point in my life where I am finally comfortable with my body. Even this past year, as I saw my body slowly losing all the strength and muscle I had gained, the positive body-image I had gained when I started getting in shape stayed with me, even though the muscle definition left. So, although my body in August 2014 resembles the one I had in November 2010, my mentality around it has completely changed. Now, I look at my belly and I touch it and don’t mind at all when it jiggles and I hold it and think it’s cute and call it my little tummy. I have ~finally~ learned to laugh at myself and love my body no matter what state it’s in.
So with that, I present to you my makeupless face with bags under my eyes and unclear skin, and my little tummy that protrudes over my stretchy sweatpants. I know it’s not as simple as having other people show your their tummies and have your insecurities magically disappear. I know the days where it’s impossible to laugh at yourself or to brush off the things you see as flaws. But I hope if you’re having a bad body-image day, that you remember it’s 100% possible for your mentality to change, even if your body doesn’t.
LOVE YOUR BELLY AND YOUR BLOAT <3
GOOD LUCK THIS YEAR, YOU ARE IMPORTANT, AND I KNOW YOU WILL DO GREAT. I LOVE YOU
AND EVEN IF YOU DON’T DO GREAT I STILL LOVE YOU AND YOU ARE STILL GREAT
ALSO PLEASE DO YOUR HOMEWORK IT MIGHT SEEM LIKE A CHORE BUT TRUST ME, IT’S WORTH IT
Then one foggy Christmas Eve,
Santa came to say
“Mrs. Claus, with your pussy so tight
Won’t you ride this dick tonight”
Why do y’all do this?
DOWN ON THIS COOCHIE, LICK LICK LICK
HOP ON SANTA’S OLD SAINT DICK
Only ran three miles, but that’s still good, right?
Plus I didn’t binge last night :)
Whatever! I’m hapy
Run until it seems impossible to run. Then start flying.