Some DaysYeah, I know. I'm the one always joining the "I-Wish-I-Wasn't-Fat" groups on EP. And I am the one who refuses to date because of her weight. And I am the one who loathes shopping for clothes because of my fat and weird body. Yep, the same girl who does all that just created this group.
Because some days... like today... I really don't care that I am overweight. I mean, it isn't too healthy, and I definitely feel better when I am slimmer, but I am not *always* a big fat ball of self-hate, like it may seem. Sometimes I like my belly. Sometimes I like the way I fill out clothing. Sometimes I like how chubby my cheeks are when I smile. Sometimes I wish I was even fatter in certain areas, like my thighs and butt, because I happen to find pear-shaped girls incredible sexy. Sometimes I am comforted by my weight. Tonight I spent time with people who don't care about weight, and it was so refreshing... I didn't think about my body even once, and I was not self-conscious in the least.
Anyway, it's not all the time that I feel this way, but I thought I'd go ahead and write about it while it lasts. :)