sO my friend’s dog died and she lives in new york city and so she had to take it to the vet by the subway and she put the dead dog in the suitcase on the subway and it was a pretty big dog and some dude saw that she was struggling with the suitcase so he asked if she needed help with it and he said do you mind me asking what’s in it and she didnt want to say a dead dog so shE SAID IT WAS A BUNCH OF LAPTOPS SO HE TOOK THE SUITCASE AND RAN AND I JUST
It’s comforting to realize how I’ve become comfortable within my own body. Honestly, I’ve hated my physical appearance ever since I could remember. Starting a couple years ago, I starved myself and jogged excessively and lost a lot of weight. I thought it was awesome, but reflecting back, I was emotionally miserable that entire time. My st00pid self didn’t realize that the reason why my grades were at their worst and the reason why I was having such a hard time connecting with my friends was because of how exhausted I was all the time from jogging 5 miles every morning along with a low calorie diet of under 600.
I’ve always kind of thought of myself as being above the pressures of our current popular culture which slams thousands of images of people who are perceived as beautiful to our faces. But in reality, it all came down to ME being comfortable with me.
Right now, I don’t beat myself up over eating a slice of cake or pizza every now and then, I’ve adopted a healthy eating diet along with a rigorous but do able workout routine. I’m healthy, I can say that I am a more well-rounded healthy individual.
I interact with people better, I genuinely smile more and I don’t obsess with others thoughts of my physical appearance (as much) anymore. Fuck, I earned this braahh
