I just measures my hips and they are almost 40 inches. Yes, 4-0.
I cried.
I am slipping into a deep loathing for my body again.
Moi
- désespérée de maigrir
- I hate: my weight. I love: being a vegetarian, France, tulips & poppies, anything by Paul Coehlo, baby animals, gin, knitting, dresses, kirs, cake decorating, Johnny Swim & Matt Nathanson, running, Casablanca, my best friends and family, and an amazing French man who makes everything in this world so much easier to take on
4 comments:
If I was there with you
I would dry your tears
Burn that measuring tape
And tell you how wonderful you are until you believe me
Please don't let your body effect you so much
I know it's easier said than done
I try to go by how I feel on the inside
Rather than how I look
Not easy but it's the only way I don't break down every day
Got your email
I am just home
Emailed you back
Take care sweet one x
Nooo, don't do that. You're so much more than that, a rare person who should love herself.
/ Avy
http://MyMotherFuckedMickJagger.blogspot.com
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I think clothes that don't fit when they used to fit just fine has got to be one of the worst feelings. I recently went through all of my clothes, trying them on, and those that didn't fit I put away in a bin. I was upset about it because I've gained weight and now I can't fit into the majority of my wardrobe. But instead of letting it get me down too much, I just told myself that they're my "first goal weight clothes."
Me too..... I finally went shopping for bigger clothes. And I FEEL SKINNIER because I'm not squishing out all over.
I start back at the gym tomorrow. I signed up my son, who's 12 now so we can go together. It's gonna be fun.
feel better kissy face
xoxo
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