I know that it can get tiring...
You're always hearing me talk about this...
I know I'm not the only one that thinks about this constantly, though...
I doubt that I'm the only woman thinking this
all. the. time.
I am constantly thinking and worrying.
But it'll be okay.
That's what I always say.
While mentally I'm thinking,
"I'm sorry I'm a fat ass and that I don't look like I care about myself."
But I do care about myself.
I love myself and want my body to be happy.
That's the problem, actually.
I give my body what it wants.
Whatever it wants.
Want some ice cream, honey?
Here you go.
Want some chocolate-covered pretzels?
Sure, eat the whole bag.
You can't exercise after a half hour of karate?
Go rest, sweetie.
You're on your period?
Aw, you don't have to work out then. Here's some Doritos for you.
See the vicious cycle?
It's disgusting, isn't it?
So how does it stop?
How do I stop it?
I'm supposed to be a
Speak Now representative,
but I don't even practice what I preach.
Jeesh...what a negative nancy, huh?
Interesting what comes out in a post.
Originally I had found that photo on www.weheartit.com and thought,
"Wow. I could do a whole post on convincing young women that it's not important how fat or skinny you are." Then this happened.
Sorry for the "down on myself"-kind of post.
It happens to the best of us.