Listen to me: Your body is not a temple. Temples can be destroyed and desecrated. Your body is a forest—thick canopies of maple trees and sweet scented wildflowers sprouting in the under wood. You will grow back, over and over, no matter how badly you are devastated.
I’m chubby (I got a belly), have a big cheeks (look like a little kid), and have difficult, but beautiful 4c hair. I love to eat, but don’t care much for exercise (unless you make it fun I guess), have legs that grow hair like a werewolf (seriously, I could shave in the morning and in the evening it would start to come back) and I don’t have much of a butt.
I FREAKING LOVE MYSELF!
However, I do sometimes think I may not find anyone to be with, but…I’m okay with that.
I am currently talking to this guy who has real potential, but he’s one of those (now common) people who seems to LOVE physical activity and staying in-shape (fitness-head) Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but generally what I find alot with people like that is that they tend to be very fatphobic AND VERY pushy about getting others to excercise, as if they can’t bear the thought of being with someone who is not toned…defined…or who is just simply not fat.