Omg well done
A few days ago I tried on some pants that I could easily fit into not even 3 months ago, and that day I had to pull and pull and almost rip them apart to get them up over my butt and hips. I felt awful and disgusting. Why? Because they’re a size Medium/38. The first thought that popped into my head was “I’m a size LARGE now?? I’M LARGE??”. The next thought that popped into my head was “I need to lose weight and do lots of cardio and eat no carbs and only eat salads for dinner and lunch so I can be
sizesmall again”. But the thing is that I’m not a size medium, or a a size large, or a size small. I have sweatpants in size XS that are really loose on me, and I now have jeans in size M that are too small for me. A stupid label does not define me, and it never will. A friend of mine once said “if your pants are too small, you just have buy new pants”, and it really is that simple.
When I look at my legs today I look like the heart eyes emoji.
I love my legs.
I love my body.
OH MY GOD I WILL NEVER GET OVER THIS YOUR LEGS ARE A M A Z I N G
I WILL NEVER GET OVER THAT COMMENT I CRY HAPPY TEARS WHENEVER I READ IT
I absolutely love everything about this picture and the caption.
|me to all my friends:||YOU CAN DO IT. YOU MAKE YOUR OWN LIFE. LET'S DO THIS TOGETHER. COME ON!!!|
|me to myself:||you fucking piece of shit you will amount to nothing nothing is worth it your feelings are irrational go sleep for 22 hours|
i will reblog this every time
I worked with a lady that came into work one day with no hair. No one mentioned it, no one talked about it. She was wearing a bandana so we all knew she was bald.
But I have ADD, and not so great control of my impulsiveness. Finally, near the end of the night I asked. “So… can I ask, what happened to your hairs?”
She smiled and hugged me. I was the only person with the cajones to ask. “My best friend is pregnant, already has a 4 yr old, and was diagnosed with cancer, and her boyfriend left her because it was too much. So I’ve been helping her out, being supportive. And I promised her if she started losing her hair I would shave my head too.”
“Last night she called me, crying because her hair was falling out in clumps. I told her I’d be there in 10 minutes. She shaved me first, then I her.”
It’s the most supportive thing she could think to do.
I just started crying.
Love it 👆