why is everyone calling/texting/ranting somewhere about how skinny they wish they are today?

i cannot deal with people with weight issues when they're completely fine. "does this [dress/skirt/pair of pants/shirt/etc] make me look fat" or any derivative of fishing for compliments about weight will honestly piss me off to no end, every single fucking time it's brought up. especially because there is no right answer. if you're truly fat, then you probably know it. if you're not, unless you have some actual disorder, stop fucking looking for other people to validate your thin existence. there are other things in the world to worry about more pressing than that extra pinch of flesh you can pull from your thighs.

maybe it's that my parents have for as long as i can remember commented on my weight to the borderline point of bashing me and it took me a long time to accept my body for what it is and now i won't take shit from anybody else on how i look, or the fact that all you girls just still won't wisen up and figure out that that guys don't give a fuck if you're a size zero or a size six (actually, most of them prefer the size six).

the bottom line is, if you're healthy, and you wear sizes that fit, you're okay. healthy is different for everybody, whether you're that size double zero or size eight, and it shouldn't be about crash dieting or constantly asking others to tell you you're skinny as all fuck all the time, or cringing at yourself in the mirror while comparing yourself to the models in those magazines who half the time don't even look like that anyway, because if that's your definition of beauty and if that's your goal to be happy, then sorry, but you're never going to feel good about yourself. if you're concentrating that much on your weight, maybe there are self image issues you need to deal with and the only thing you channel it into is your body size, the classic "when i lose ten pounds everything will be great in my life" but trust me, even if you lose those pounds, you're not going to be any more okay than you are now until you deal with those other problems.

so find the confidence to accept yourself, get healthy, and then just fucking get the fuck over it. i can't believe people past the age of 12 are still fixating on this shit - and yes, i have a pretty low tolerance for things i figured out by myself a long time ago, but come on, girls. COME ON.

i'm 5'5", 126 pounds, i have big thighs, a skin disease that is i guarantee you is ten times worse than that extra roll of fat on your stomach, and i eat ice cream at midnight and i exercise and i don't spend all day judging myself in the mirror and i'm better off for it.

you're not fat. grow up.

mood_ irritated
music_ into the fire - 13 senses
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Labels: angry ranting, body, health