skinny girl takes photo in underwear = slut
fat girl takes photo in underwear = inspiration to women
finally someone says this
It’s kind of funny (and by funny I mean not funny in the least.) that there are 2 ways to look at this. From a thin girl’s perspective it may seem this way, but from a large girl’s perspective:
skinny girl takes photo in underwear = sexy
fat girl takes photo in underwear = disgusting
The grass is always greener huh?
people talking about your confidence is a fat girl thing, isn’t it?
i really can’t tell you how many times i get this in my inbox:
i love your confidence! your confidence is sexy! i envy your confidence!
and a thin girl recently told me: confidence is the most attractive thing a women can carry though, and that is only something you can control.
but i have never seen a thin girl be told it’s their confidence that makes them attractive. when i get these messages it really reads like: fat girls aren’t supposed to be confident and comfortable in their skin but you are!! and that’s kind of gross honestly.
“I love your confidence” = “Congratulations for not hating yourself”
Tomorrow I get back on track with weightloss
I am constantly in awe of my body. It does the things I need so effortlessly, it breathes for me and my heart beats on its own. I have a desire to walk forward and it makes it happen. My strong legs carry me and my strong arms help me do things.
I don’t hate my body. I hate how it looks. I hate the fat and the cellulite and the stretch marks on it.
Mind you I don’t hate them in general, I hate them on me specifically. I hate the fear that comes with being tagged in a photo I didn’t know had been taken. I don’t like the cycle of wondering who will see it and what they will think and should I untag myself or will that offend the tagger?
I hate that when I walk I can feel myself jiggle. I hate that I have to buy new clothes constantly because they wear out because that means I have to try them on in front of a full length mirror in terrible lighting only to find out the size I’m wearing now? Not my size anymore and these only fit because I stretched them out. And I cry in the dressing room.
I hate that voice inside my head that tells me everyone is lying to me. “They don’t love you, your husband doesn’t think You’re beautiful, they are laughing at you not with you”. And I hate that I listen to it.
I also hate that 20 lbs lighter doesn’t make a difference. No one notices because it’s not even a dent in the work I want to do to my body.
Well I’m funneling that hatred towards my fat to something good. I want to love my body the way it deserves to be loved. And I’ll do anything to get there.
This sweet babygirl is Chloe. We got her and another kitty, Willow, when I was 8. She was always skittish but as I grew up she warmed up to me. She was one of the sweetest cats I’ve ever known. She was chunky and would lay on your leg and spread out so she got the name Leg Toad. The past couple years she lost a lot of her vision and instead of being scared of everything she was more inquisitive, she asked for more attention and trusted you weren’t going to hurt her. She had this stupidly deep meow for being so meek and I loved the fuck out of her.
She passed away this morning. I will miss her so much. ❤️
Not everyone who cuts is suicidal.
Not everyone who’s suicidal cuts.
Not everyone who is really thin has an eating disorder.
Not everyone with an eating disorder is really thin.
Not everyone who is shy is stuck up or introverted.
Not everyone who is outgoing is confident or extroverted.
Not everyone is the same.
Not everyone falls under certain categories.
Stop.
Judging.
i think the worst part of trying to lose weight, no matter where you’re starting from, is that it’s so internal.
i walk around knowing that i’m slowly losing weight, but everyone else just sees where i’m at right this second. they just see me as the fat girl.
i wish i could disappear until i’m thin. i don’t want to be seen until i’m thin.
