Sadly, this is almost exactly what I look like in my underwear.
Although, much cuter panties and bras. Seriously.
I'm 26 years old and I experience quite a few of these things.
- Depression: I've battled it my whole life. My mom is heavy and on depression meds too.
- Social Discrimination: Do I even need to go into this?
- Low Self-Esteem: Duh, being the fat girl your entire life will do this to you.
- Joint Problems: My momma had to have her hip replaced at 40. I already have knee and feet issues that could get worse if I let this continue.
I don't want to look like this anymore.
I don't want to feel like this anymore.
So why do I keep myself in this same self-hating cycle?
Why do I still eat all of these terrible things and make excuses for exercising?
Why do I hate myself this much?
I mean I don't really, but that has to be the explanation.
Because if I really loved myself-I'd go the fucking gym.
I'd put that bag of chips down and get off my ass.