Honestly, fuck you. I’m going to sit here and eat chips and be happy and have a little flab on my belly. Cause you know what? I’m going to be pretty on my own, in the way that suits ME. Not because I’m going to try to look like some idealized person who is not me. If I was meant to be like someone else, I would have been someone else. All I can do is be myself. And that is damn well good enough. By being myself, I will have mastered the art of being me. And THAT is perfect. That is what I was meant to do.
My body isn't perfect. I don't walk with confidence. I get into fights with my parents and friends. Some nights I'd rather be by myself then out partying. There are days I'm forced t