Say a big “fuck you” to anyone or anything that makes you feel bad about yourself.
do you ever sit there and wonder what life must be like for people without anxiety
like they just
DO THINGS
without worrying about them first
wow
Shout out to all the religious kids who keep their beliefs to themselves in the middle of science class.
shout out also to the atheists who don’t shit on everyone else’s beliefs “because science”
shout out to everyone who can accept science and religion coexisting
shout out to everyone who can treat people with respect despite their differences
Cakes have gotten a bad rap. People equate virtue with turning down dessert. There is always one person at the table who holds up her hand when I serve the cake. No, really, I couldn’t she says, and then gives her flat stomach a conspiratorial little pat. Everyone who is pressing a fork into that first tender layer looks at the person who declined the plate, and they all think, That person is better than I am. That person has discipline. But that isn’t a person with discipline; that is a person who has completely lost touch with joy. A slice of cake never made anybody fat. You don’t eat the whole cake. You don’t eat a cake every day of your life. You take the cake when it is offered because the cake is delicious. You have a slice of cake and what it reminds you of is someplace that’s safe, uncomplicated, without stress. A cake is a party, a birthday, a wedding. A cake is what’s served on the happiest days of your life. This is a story of how my life was saved by cake, so, of course, if sides are to be taken, I will always take the side of cake.
That’s probably the longest time I’ve gone without weighing myself in at least a year.
And you know what? It feels FREAKING AWESOME.
The way I felt about my reflection in the mirror used to be determined only by a number on the scale. And it sucked. I wouldn’t be able to tell myself that I looked good until I stepped on the scale and saw that I had lost weight. If I gained weight or even stayed the same, I suddenly looked pudgy, bloated, and just… yuck.
Now, I look at myself in the mirror, and I just see me. Not a number on a scale, not how many pounds away I am from my goal weight, not that I gained 2 pounds because that’s just what bodies do but now I feel like shit.
I just see me. I see my curves and my muscles and the shape of my body, and I’m okay with loving it all without stepping on the scale. And that’s beautiful.