you’re beautiful, it’s true.

I’m in a battle with myself.

I’m a fat ass.  No no, for real, I am.  This isn’t some kind of body dysmorphia issue.  Okay, maybe it is, but I am jiggly.  My wii fit mii is a pudge.  The scale is tipping over 182 (the most I’ve weighed EV ER).  Pants, shirts, you name it – tight.  I’m a milkshake in a plastic bag.  Dis.like.

Real talk time.

I’ve been battling with my weight since college.  When my ‘woman body’ decided to finally show up, I was already so comfortable in my 5’3 110lb frame that I’d be chilling in since high school.  I had cute clothes.  I looked cute in them.  I had ab lines.  Ab lines.  I could’ve used a little more in the top section, but that’s why they make awesome bras.    If I could go back in time and smack the shit out of younger me each time I uttered ‘Ugh, I’m so fat!’ I would.   Insert college here with a lack of physical activity, copious amounts of beer, bad food and little sleep.  The metabolism dropped and one day I was sitting in class and actually felt my stomach rolling over on itself.  Lovely.