#outofprey

Me:

Me:

Me:

Past goal: diet and work on this shit until some semblance of feeling control has been established. New goal: diet and work on this shit until that Paranormal shirt not only fits, but looks damned cute! Future goal: rinse and repeat for the eyes shirt. Pipeline dream: 150 or less. Bonus goal: achieve two or more goals by July 12.

Really feeling my weight tonight (more like this whole weekend oy vey), but also really feeling my goals and the potential to achieve two of them in the hopefully not too distant future.

But since I’m up here and I can FEEL the angry things some of you are going to have to say to me about this, lemme lay it out. As long as your health’s not at risk as a result of it, there’s nothing wrong with being fat. Or chubby. Or plus-sized. Or large, big, fluffy, heavy, whatever your word for it is. I actually find larger-bodied individuals on the whole more attractive, in terms platonic, romantic, and physical. All of the really wonderful people in my life have a little belly to them at least. I’ve come to associate it very positively with the best qualities I know, because that’s the common physical trait of almost all of the best people I know. My problems are my own. They get bred into you after a point, especially when you involve yourself with aesthetic-centric spaces–and for most of my life, I’ve done just that.