Melodramatic. New for me, isn’t it?
I’ve started exercising and dieting. It’s really hard for a Type 1 Diabetic to juggle that, because I’m an evil monster when I’m at a low.
I am, however, an uncharacteristically sweet person when I’m at a high. I get high after working out.
So…good for the people around me, I guess.
Here’s the problem. Food tastes really good. It’s delicious. I enjoy it. It’s the only thing in life that comes easily–no drama, sadness or unnecessary excitement, there. It is always your friend. It comforts you and makes you happy. Food is just…food.
I want to say that I love my body no matter what. I want to be one of those girls who thinks all body types are beautiful on everyone. I mean sure, all body types are indeed beautiful, just not on me. I don’t look particularly good when I’m overweight. I’m insecure about what I look like, and you know what? That’s okay.
It is okay to be insecure. It is okay to feel uncomfortable and want to better yourself. Not everyone has to, but there is absolutely no reason to degrade or ignore the legitimacies of insecurities in the name of glorifying the female body. It isn’t about being fat. Plenty of people are unhappy about being skinny. Beauty really is in the eye of the beholder. I see it in being thin. Not everyone feels that way, and that’s what we like to call “a matter of opinion.”
Only you know how you feel about yourself. I have never seen anyone and thought, “Wow, I think she needs to lose some weight.” I think people are absolutely beautiful the way they are. That does not in any way mean that I would look at them strangely or condescendingly just because they don’t feel the same way.
Be happy with who you are. You are beautiful, but it’s okay to want a change. Be healthy. Be happy. Be whoever you want to be.
But I seriously need to stop eating. It’s time. Really. It is.
I say this as I am eating a muffin top.
Tomorrow sounds like a wonderful day to think about dieting.