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In our society today girls feel that they need to be skinny in order to find love. Fact is, your true love is gonna love you no matter what. If he cares about the size of your thighs more then the size of your heart…drop him my darlings as no man should make you feel bad about your size if he truly loves you <3
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34 Reasons We Failed at Love, Warsan Shire (via spartanbitch)(Source: mentallymassacred, via aethalia)
For trying so hard to lose weight all the time.
When I was born I was a big fat baby. They called me “fat molly”. I have VHS tapes where my uncles hold me and say: “Oh golly she’s so BIG”. I wanted milk, milk and more milk. My first word was cookie. All my relatives had to tie their cupboards and…
For trying so hard to lose weight all the time.
When I was born I was a big fat baby. They called me “fat molly”. I have VHS tapes where my uncles hold me and say: “Oh golly she’s so BIG”. I wanted milk, milk and more milk. My first word was cookie. All my relatives had to tie their cupboards and fridges shut because I would eat all their food.
I love food. Most of my best memories are related to food. I have always been a confident, social young girl with lots of ambition and the aim to make lots of fun.
Yet I chose to believe that I was “too fat” and I needed to declare war on food. Make food my enemy. Two years ago I started this blog, I lost weight, and started shaming my old body. Believing that there was actually something wrong with me back then. I got praise in return. Some of my before and afters have over 300 notes.
But today I look back at those before pictures and I feel stupid. Because my “fat pictures folder”, the pictures from Bali, are all such beautiful images. I remember feeling good. Feeling confident about myself including my body. We went to Bali with our family because my dad just found out he was ill and he wanted to travel for the last time. So many great memories were made there. Some of the last family pictures were made there. And I kept watching them over and over again for the mere purpose of shaming myself.
I feel like I wasted all that time. I worried too much about something I shouldn’t even have worried about to begin with. I was never unconfident. I never felt bad about myself. I just felt the need to look skinny, and I can’t seem to find the reason why anymore.
I hereby swear that I will never, ever go on a diet or try to lose weight again. I accept my body in any shape or size it decides to be. I will not worry about the way I look anymore. I am me. Jasmine. A runner. A foodie. A soon-to-be fitness instructor. My size does not define me.
For trying so hard to lose weight all the time.
When I was born I was a big fat baby. They called me “fat molly”. I have VHS tapes where my uncles hold me and say: “Oh golly she’s so BIG”. I wanted milk, milk and more milk. My first word was cookie. All my relatives had to tie their cupboards and fridges shut because I would eat all their food.
I love food. Most of my best memories are related to food. I have always been a confident, social young girl with lots of ambition and the aim to make lots of fun.
Yet I chose to believe that I was “too fat” and I needed to declare war on food. Make food my enemy. Two years ago I started this blog, I lost weight, and started shaming my old body. Believing that there was actually something wrong with me back then. I got praise in return. Some of my before and afters have over 300 notes.
But today I look back at those before pictures and I feel stupid. Because my “fat pictures folder”, the pictures from Bali, are all such beautiful images. I remember feeling good. Feeling confident about myself including my body. We went to Bali with our family because my dad just found out he was ill and he wanted to travel for the last time. So many great memories were made there. Some of the last family pictures were made there. And I kept watching them over and over again for the mere purpose of shaming myself.
I feel like I wasted all that time. I worried too much about something I shouldn’t even have worried about to begin with. I was never unconfident. I never felt bad about myself. I just felt the need to look skinny, and I can’t seem to find the reason why anymore.
I hereby swear that I will never, ever go on a diet or try to lose weight again. I accept my body in any shape or size it decides to be. I will not worry about the way I look anymore. I am me. Jasmine. A runner. A foodie. A soon-to-be fitness instructor. My size does not define me.
