No matter how many times you’ve heard the phrase, “All men are created equal,” I’d like to tell you personally, that it is in fact an utter line of crap.
Some of us are born smart, and others unfortunately are born without knowing how to spell their own names.
Some of us came out of the womb, wadded up our own umbilical cord and kicked a perfect field goal. And others duck when playing pool.
And all of our bodies were made differently. And I’m not trying to tell you that everyone was born perfect, because we definitely weren’t.
But that’s what makes us beautiful. Sure my butt is a little big, but at least I can embrace it.
Everybody is after this sick, hollow model look. No, you were not born that way, no one should be 6 foot and way 90 pounds. Eat, damn it! Eat I say!
I am a human being and enjoy feeding my face. I’m not obese but I’m not a stick either. At times I feel self-conscious, but when I do I just think about really fat people. And I feel a lot better.
I eat healthily, and I can run up a flight of stairs without suffering from cardiac arrest.
And that’s alright with me. I’ll never fit into a size two jeans (unless it’s the maternity section) and that is something that I can come to terms with.
I have the body of a woman. I have curves where I’m supposed to have them, and some dimples in places I should not. But hey, if I want a candy bar I’m going to eat one.
I’d rather be fat and happy than skinny and hungry.
However, I didn’t always be able to say that. It’s taken me a long time to accept the way I look. After an eating disorder that almost took my life, I’ve slowly become able to eat normally again.
Sometimes I think about purging, sometimes I think about skipping just one meal, but then I remember how it feels to be so weak that you can’t even get out of bed. I remember how embaressing it was to pass out in the middle of my classes. I remember how worried my family and friends were, and I pick up that damn, delicious french fry and eat it.
I still have problems with my weight, my image, and my overall body, but I’ve slowly learned how to cope with it. And for once, I’m content with the way I am.