#chronicallyill365 Day 125: Today is national No Diet day. I wish I could go back in time and tell this girl it's okay to eat. It's okay to weigh more than your friends. This picture was taken during football season of 7th grade. I was 12. I wouldn't have anything more than a snack bar for breakfast, pretzels and a diet iced tea for lunch, and trail mix before cheering practice. I kept this up even after I quit cheering. It wasn't anorexia or bulimia, I just didn't want people seeing me eat because I thought I was fat. And back then, fat was like a curse word. This disordered eating went on for years. Diet culture screws people up. When I was little, I'd spend recess time walking laps around the playground, trying to calculate how many miles I'd walked. I was around 10 when I started Weight Watchers for the first time. I still remember my grandmother calling me "husky" and talking about my weight when I was 5 or 6. Up until a few years ago, I was nose deep in diet culture. I was always on some sort of diet. Weight Watchers, tracking with My Fitness Pal, The 30 Day Diet, low carb. You name it, I've tried it. And now I'm done. Fuck diets. Fuck diet culture. All it did was screw up my metabolism and make me feel bad about myself. Screw that. I don't need a diet to make me feel better about myself, I'm already awesome. As for my health, I make sure I eat things that has the nutrients my body needs. That's it. No counting calories. No exercising until I can't feel my legs. To that little girl crying because she feels guilty for eating two cupcakes. It'll be okay. You will grow up and realize that diets aren't for you. And you are going to be amazing and rock some super cute plus size dresses. #dietday #diet #diets #dieting #dearpastself #fuckdiets #dietculture #disorderedeating
