1 year of progress.
I don’t know if I’ve made my “ultimate goal weight” nor do I even care because I made my true goal.
I’m finally comfortable in my own skin and actually truly like what I see. I feel great.
Stop it.
It is my body, it is my weight. I get it, you care. BUT STOP BRINGING UP MY BODY EVER FUCKING TIME YOU SEE ME! Maybe I’ll start commenting on how fat you’ve gotten every time I see you, how would that make you feel?
Sometimes its nice to hear that I look good. But bringing up my weight every fucking time you look at me just makes me want to hit you.
It comes from everyone, everywhere. For once I’d like to be able to go to work with out at least 3 comments on my weight. I’d like to not have to defend my eating habits every day.
I like the way I look, I haven’t felt this good about my appearance in… forever. Quit telling me I almost look sick, quit telling me I’m getting “too skinny” or I’ll start telling you that you’re getting “too fat.”
JUST STOP.
Going to work is one of my biggest weight loss inspirations
90% of the girls working there have such cute little figures, they wear such cute little outfits, and there are so many customers that are just cute and little and dressed adorably. Not to mention the fact that I work in a clothing store so I watch all these cute little girls buy cute little cloths that I probably wont ever fit into.
Really I just want to tone up, and get rid of my belly, and have nice legs. I was looking at pictures from years ago (when I was skinnyish) and I just want that back, not the bad hair, just the cute shape.
I just want to be thin. I don’t want my bones sticking out, I just want a flat tummy. I don’t want to be a stick, I just want cloths to look good on me. I don’t want a huge thygap, I just want to be confident enough to leave the house in shorts. I don’t want my collar bone to jet out, I just want to wear a tank top and not have my straps show off my shoulder fat. I don’t want my hip bones to show, I just want to not have a muffin top.
It isn’t that I’m not beautiful, I know I am. Its not that I hate my body, I just don’t love it yet. I just want my body to be as wonderful as I am. I have a huge heart, and a caring loving soul, I want my body to be that nice.
It is a long and tedious process, especially with my hips limiting what I can do—they really hold me back. I know I will get there. Someday I will have the body I’ve always wanted, and the confidence I deserve.
(Source: lolaleola)
