take your waist size, take the scars on your skin, take your awful thoughts, and give yourself one compliment for every number. Write them down. Little or big. Tape it to the back of your door and make sure you see that shit before you leave the house every day. Tell yourself ‘hell yeah, me, I do have killer nail polish on today’ and walk out with confidence. You’re too pretty not to know those things about yourself (boys and girls)
2014 challenge: learn how to do a fuckin victory roll. how the hell do they do this shit?!?!?!?!
Tip: round sunglasses are super flattering on plus girls and they’re just plain damn cute
I made this blog because today I kind of accepted myself. I’ve been larger than all of my friends all my life. I’ve always been taller, and then one day I was just fatter than all of them. I accepted my height a while ago, but it’s been a lot harder accepting my size, the stretch marks, the double-digit waist band that keeps getting bigger and bigger.
Although I know I could lose the weight, and yes that would make life easier, I know the stretch marks will never go away and that’s what has bothered me so much in my life. None of my other friends have them. Why can’t I be pretty like them? No man will ever want to see me naked. Sometimes I still think that.
It’s time, however, to come to the conclusion: yes. I can lose the weight. Do I want to? yes. Am I going to? Who knows? So for now, if I’m going to be fat, I’m gonna be fuckin adorable.
At 5’11 and weighing about 230 lbs, I’M GOING FOR THE GOLD THIS YEAR. I’ve spent 19 fucking years hating my body and hating how I feel. It’s time to eat that fucking cupcake and wear a tutu for the fuck of it all. I’m going to enjoy my life. And maybe this will be the year I finally get laid, who knows.
I want to be here for all girls who are vertically and horizontally challenged/blessed. We’re all beautiful, and we all gotta see it.