For 12 years I’ve been dealing with the scars of verbal abuse of my first boyfriend telling me I need to lose weight because I’d look better. I’m losing weight, but now it’s MY choice. Feeling proud of my body today.
Okay, three things. 1.) Seriously, I need someone to help me carry this gut of lard around all day while I eat. 2.) My stretch marks are ruining my first and oldest tattoo. 3.) My belly button doesn’t know what to do with all this excess fat and skinâ€