I have never been happy with my weight. Ever. Not even when I was a 6. I was going for a 2. Because my friends were smaller, their legs were skinnier, abs were harder, boobs somehow bigger, hair straighter, I hated myself even then when my body was rockin. That's awful. I have never been happy with my body.
I am confident. I think I'm a beautiful person, but I don't go out sometimes just because I hate the way my clothes look on me. I haven't bought a pair of jeans in two years, minus my work jeans that I bought on clearance for eight bucks. I have over a thousand dollars worth of jeans that are just sitting in my closet that I can't wear because I can't seem to stand up to temptation when it comes to beer and cookies.
I've had it. I have to love myself. Inside and out. Why would I be so self destructive? Give in to bad food and alcohol at the cost of my health, self-image, and how about $$$. And for god's sake. I work at a gym. Why the hell wouldn't I use the awesome facility that is FREE to me??? I'm an idiot.
I'm so done with shit food. I'm going to the grocery store tomorrow and stocking up on veggies.
I am sick of digging for compliments from my boyfriend just to feel okay about myself. That's such bull. It's lovely to know that your man admires you...but is that my sole source of confidence?? Let's hope not.
I, LEAH, HERE AND NOW, AM SWEARING OFF
MEAT, CHEESE, DAIRY, PROCESSED SHIT FOOD, SUGAR, AND BEING A LAZY ASS.
And gosh darn, it's in bold caps because I mean it!
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