I want to be able to stand up straight and walk around - not shuffle with my shoulders up, always hiding something, apologetic for my existence.
I want to wear a bikini.
I want to wear fitted dresses.
I want to like myself naked.
I want to just be able to throw on anything to wear, knowing it will sit right, rather than having the clothes I only wear at home because "they make me look fatter."
I want to shake off this insecurity.
I want confidence.
I want to be happy.
I want to lay on my side and not have a sack of fat falling alongside me.
I want to enjoy nights out.
I want to look good in underwear and a bra.
I want to be every bit as attractive as I consider my friends to be.
I want to make him want me.
I want to force them to see I'm more than they ever thought or made of me.
I want to move on.
I want to love myself.
These are much bigger than any cake, tiffin square, biscuit, cookie, pizza, chips, chocolate, burger, coke, fries or any kind of food.
Now, stop crying over 3 biscuits.
You slipped up. So what?
It's a day, and days pass.
Get your runners on. Get your a|ss in the living room and zumba like your weigh in is tomorrow
and friggin smile.
You are more able than you think. Believe it.
So, it's not the best week, and you won't have lost as much as you'd hoped, but without a doubt, if you give up, you sure as h|ell will NEVER lose any more.
Pick yourself up.
Get back in.
Don't let this drag on any further.
Lose it. You can do it.
Persevere and be strong.
You're thicker, more stubborn and more headstrong than this.
You deserve this. Just earn it.
You are loved and you will succeed.
NEVER. GIVE. UP.
With a semblence of love from I to Me.
For all the s|hitty days ahead.