and came to a startling realization.
I am not ashamed of my body, but that doesn't mean I'm proud of it.
I've been overweight my whole life and battling weight gain and emerging traits of binge eating since forever, but I'm not ashamed of what that's done to my body. I don't mind walking around in a tank top and shorts, or wearing form fitting clothing as long as it's not ridiculous. I don't mind going out to eat with others and don't feel judged for my weight because I've never seen myself mentally as overweight/borderline obese.
But that doesn't mean I'm proud of my body. I'm not proud of how my bouts of lethargy have erased all of my weight progress, I'm not proud of my eating habits and what they do to me.
I don't look in the mirror and hate what I see, but I don't look in the mirror and believe that it's the best I can be.
I dunno if it makes sens or if this was worth posting, but it was a thought I had and it seems so...I don't know, revolutionary in my small world.
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