From left to right: me at 115 (this last summer), at 99.5 (2-3 months ago), and at 95.5 (present). Height: 5'1 (oh god I used to be so chubby, I can’t even imagine how high my body fat percentage was 😷😷)
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I treat my body
not as a home,
but as a half way house,
a temporary residence,
the detour no one
wanted to take.
Somewhere I am dying
to escape,
Somewhere I can damage
in my frequent despairs,
Somewhere not really
my own.
Fresh red paint
dries to a melancholy
purple
And I do not fertilize
that which grows.
They tell me to build my home
within my tragedies
I tell them my tragedies
have built a home
within me.
For anyone struggling with weight loss
Sometimes it’s difficult to take it one day at a time, because I think ‘today I’ve done well, but what if I screw up next week? That could be all my weight gained back.’
Then I realize that it’s all in my power. I won’t love my body overnight, but if I just take it one day at a time, or just one meal at a time, I will get there in no time.
For those of you panicking about weight loss, as if you’re never going to love your body, just slow down and breathe.
Take it one meal at a time, don’t panic about some dinner a week from now or anything like that. You’ll get there.
Im gonna kill every fat cell in my body.
watch out, bitches. now its ur turn to die.
BY THIS TIME NEXT YEAR
I will be at my goal weight or lower
I will be happy with my body
I will be a fit skinny girl
I will go to the gym every week
I will not eat shit, I will eat skinny
I will be liked.
One day I won’t have to worry about my body, I’ll finally love it
I can do this.

