I usually don’t post things like this on my Tumblr but I stumbled across this photo in the dregs of my photobucket.
The first picture is me at 17, the second how I am now at 23.
All I can remember is how FAT my mom said I was back then, how I had terrible self image, thought boys would never want to date me and how I needed to get gastric bypass surgery or lipo for people to actually like me, at 17. I look at myself now and ,no, I am not happy with my body and I am trying to work out and eat better, taking baby steps.
 I am currently at my heaviest… but I also am in the most fulfilling relationship of my life and have many great friends, things I thought I would never have at the weight I was when I was 17.
I would give anything to be back to that “fat” then and not be the “fat” I am now. The difference is for my health.. and being able to dress how I really want to. Not friends and love. I wish someone would have told me I was perfect, that i was loved and would continue to be loved, and to tell my mom to shut the heck up.
Or I wish I believed the people who did.
I usually don’t post things like this on my Tumblr but I stumbled across this photo in the dregs of my photobucket.
The first picture is me at 17, the second how I am now at 23.
All I can remember is how FAT my mom said I was back then, how I had terrible self image, thought boys would never want to date me and how I needed to get gastric bypass surgery or lipo for people to actually like me, at 17. I look at myself now and ,no, I am not happy with my body and I am trying to work out and eat better, taking baby steps.
 I am currently at my heaviest… but I also am in the most fulfilling relationship of my life and have many great friends, things I thought I would never have at the weight I was when I was 17.
I would give anything to be back to that “fat” then and not be the “fat” I am now. The difference is for my health.. and being able to dress how I really want to. Not friends and love. I wish someone would have told me I was perfect, that i was loved and would continue to be loved, and to tell my mom to shut the heck up.
Or I wish I believed the people who did.

I usually don’t post things like this on my Tumblr but I stumbled across this photo in the dregs of my photobucket.

The first picture is me at 17, the second how I am now at 23.

All I can remember is how FAT my mom said I was back then, how I had terrible self image, thought boys would never want to date me and how I needed to get gastric bypass surgery or lipo for people to actually like me, at 17. I look at myself now and ,no, I am not happy with my body and I am trying to work out and eat better, taking baby steps.

 I am currently at my heaviest… but I also am in the most fulfilling relationship of my life and have many great friends, things I thought I would never have at the weight I was when I was 17.

I would give anything to be back to that “fat” then and not be the “fat” I am now. The difference is for my health.. and being able to dress how I really want to. Not friends and love. I wish someone would have told me I was perfect, that i was loved and would continue to be loved, and to tell my mom to shut the heck up.

Or I wish I believed the people who did.

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    I have been feeling a little down lately about my looks. And i thought about this.
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