I ate a cheeseburger last night and as I took the first bite... the thought that popped into my head was not "Oh man, this is going to be amazing" it was, instead, " Oh man, this is going to go straight to my hips, I'll have to work out for three days to rid myself of how many calories are in this thing... I should just put it down. I can't eat this. I shouldn't eat this. Why am I eating this. I am going to regret this."
Guess what World? I didn't regret it. The cheeseburger was delicious.
I've decided I don't want to spend another second drooling over the pair of size 2 jeans I would have to starve myself just to dream of fitting into. I will, instead, spend the time I've been given enjoying the curves I have, the curves that I happen to love. I have spent too many hours worrying incessantly about what size I fit into or if I'll ever look as good as the girl across the street with the amazing stiletto's and legs that are as tall as skyscrapers and stick skinny.
I am not suggesting to throw away all vegetables only to replace them with Oreo's and deep fried Twinkies.
I sincerely believe in being healthy. My idea of being healthy though, most definitely includes loving myself the way I am.