i am 25, i am the heaviest i have ever been and for the first time in my life i absolutely adore myself to bits, but holy fuck you guys.
i fucking cried in the dressing room when my friends took me to a place that actually sold cute bras in my size.
i no longer feel like i should shrink myself down or that i have to hide what i eat from my family, because honestly fuck that noise and the people that make you feel that way.
and listen; loving yourself is not a goal that you reach, it’s a journey and it’s a fight that doesn’t end. everyone struggles with this shit, and that’s ok! body positivity doesn’t mean you feeling awesome 24/7
shoutout to tumblr’s fat positivity gang and all of my amazing and supportive friends