(or: Some Pretty Fucking Sweet Victories involving Self-Confidence) 

(or: Lessons I have Learned from the Fat Acceptance Community)

• Go out in public wearing shorts. Not bermuda shorts. Shorts. Denim shorts. I noticed today while I was walking to campus that my calves are killing it in the best way possible. They were unexpectedly muscular, and I dig it. I dig it a lot.
• Go out in public wearing strapless things. Like, dresses. Without straps. With my arms and chest out in for everyone to see. Because I want to.
• Not think about things like — Oh, gosh, does this person not want to sit next to me or talk to me because I’m fat? Maybe if I were skinnier… Because fuck that shit! That’s stupid. A body is a body is a body, and all bodies - fat and skinny - are equally valid and equally lovely.

Anyway, I guess the point of this post is to say that self-confidence is much, much more important to me than the number on the scale. I mean, I’m not going to lie to you & say that I won’t be pleased as it gets lower - because I will be - but I refuse to put loving myself on hold until I’m “thin,” and nor should you. You’re just as beautiful now as you will be at a lower weight, and you’re just as fierce, just as fabulous, just as capable of doing exactly what you want.

I think it’s really important to remember that as we go through this journey, y’know? Because I used to forget it, and that led to … well, not good things. 

I HOPE YOU ARE WELL :****