Okay, so the first picture is me two years ago.
I had an eating disorder. I hated myself. I couldn’t eat. I was taking meds that made me sick, and so I made that an excuse to not eat ever. I was also swimming for an hour every day. I dropped 60 pounds in 2 months. I was only 100 lbs.
I hated myself. I would look int he mirror and see a skeleton. BUt I couldn’t eat. My friends had to force me. I hated my life. I hated the way I looked.
My ex helped me get over it.
The second picture is a picture of me this summer in August.
I am fat. I’m up to 168 lbs now.
But guess what? I don’t care.
I’m beautiful. I”m so much more beautiful than I was when I was skinny. I like having meat on my bones, I like having curves. I love my thighs, I love my love handles, I love love love my size 36F breasts.
I love myself now.
Sure, I have my points when I think I’m fat. When I don’t like myself.
But ultimately, when I look in the mirror, I’m proud of myself. I’m proud that I love myself again. Sure, you may think I’m ugly. But I think I am one sexy piece of ass. So if you don’t like me, that’s your own problem. I have confidence in myself.
That is what makes me beautiful. The fact that I love myself. Not my dress size.