Day 13: Your Opinion On Your Body and How Comfortable You Are With It

I don't like being fat. I swear I'm not exaggerating when I say I'm fat. I always avoid answering how much I weigh, what my jeans size is, etc. I hate how people would look at old pictures of me and simply say, "What happened?"

I GOT FAT. 

Doy. 

I act so nonchalant about this. I mean, when people suggest I diet or do something about my weight, I brush them off with a laugh or a smile. They think I never take these things seriously. But if you were in my shoes, how many lectures about the dresses you can never wear or the high risks for disease or times when you're given just half of what you want to eat can you take before running to the bathroom to cry? You get the picture

It's for your own good.

There is no one-liner as sickening as that. I've cried so many times because of how uncomfortable I am in my own body. 

But anyway, it's been a while since I've felt truly pretty in my own skin so, I'm trying. Yeah. That's the word. 


Trying.