Its been a rather tough week and it is only going to get harder. It is finals week for me at school, but I am dealing with the stress. And I also had another therapy session. I now where a rubber band on my wrist. I forget what the therapist called it, though I snap the band slightly when I think bad about myself, when I compare myself to others, when I think of food in a bad way.
Yet I realized something today. I am where my body wants and needs to be. And that alone is beautiful. I am not skinny. I am not over weight. I am the way I am and thats how I am supposed to be. I am curvy, and my boyfriend loves it. I am short, and good things come in small packages.
I never wanted to be 5'7" and weigh but a feather. I look at that and realize how sickly that looks. Models that I once looked up to don't look well. I look healthy, vibrant, full of life! Thats all I want to be. And you know what, if others cant except little o'l me with lots of curves, well... thats just too bad. This is me.
who are you?