Just a reminder…
No, my collarbones don’t jut out from under my skin,
and my thighs don’t have a gap,
and I can’t fit my hand around my upper arm.
I have a stomach that moves when I walk,
and arm fat,
and chubby cheeks.
There are days where I will hate myself because of this,
where I feel that I should starve and purge and cut until I am perfect.
But you know what?
That isn’t perfection.
I’m healthy.
And it’s okay.
This was so incredibly inspiring, it moved me to tears. Bravo. Bravo.






