I love food. I love junk and carb loads of it. I’m never going to have that perfect body I imagine in my mind; I always fail at diets and consistency in general.
Pregnancy/being a mom has made me the most insecure I’ve ever been in my entire life. I literally look like a potato. My eating habits aren’t healthy, and I’m not just talking about what I’m eating. I don’t eat enough or too much, there’s no in-between.
Since I’ve quit drinking, I have lost a little weight though. Along with the physical weight, I have lost much more. The burden of my insecurities has been lifted from my shoulders. I’ve gained this new confidence I’d never experienced before, all while eating what I wanted. Somehow, I stopped giving a shit what people think of me. I’m not obese or even “fat”, I’m more of a chubby, overweight gal- and that’s okay. I’ve finally accepted that I will probably always have a belly, hopefully not always a deflated looking one though, and my thighs will always touch because I love food.
Food makes me happy! I’m comfortable in my own skin. I have finally started to wear things that I would never wear before due to the form being too fitting or not flattering enough. Fuck it, life is too short to waste your time worrying about shit that doesn’t really matter. Your happiness is not dependent on anyone but you. Your body type is not dependent on your beauty. Eat that piece of cake, wear that crop top, and walk with pride because you my darling, are exquisite.
I’m going to leave all my food lovers with some positive vibes.
You are beautiful!
You are amazing!
You are YOU, so never change!
Thanks for reading.
– Carrie Harmon