Do you ever have those moments where you look at yourself before you get in the shower and you just pick apart everything you hate about your body? I did that this morning. I stared at myself in the mirror and thought, "I hate (insert body part here), and I hate the way this looks and I hate the way that looks at this angle." Once the water was hot enough, I took my shower and went on with my day.
All day yesterday that cloud of negative body image hung over my head. I don't want to hate my body. It's the only I have. It's the only one I am ever going to get. I am a fat girl living in 2016. I am living in a time where I am pressured and manipulated into believing that I need to change my body in order to be accepted and normal and loved in the eyes of society.
I want to be nicer to my body (and myself). I want to be able to look in the mirror and not pick myself apart, inside and out. I want to not be insecure about the way my clothes fit. I want to be able to go shopping for clothes and not cry in the dressing room because nothing fits. I want to be able to go to the grocery store or go out to eat without feeling like everyone around me is judging my food choices.
I'm trying to love my body right now. And it is hard, but that is always the struggle. Keep your chin up, friends.