shesastunner

I've been a wreck. I beautiful, neatly designed wreck. I'm pieced together decently, but I'm still shattered.

I keep losing weight and though I feel healthier about it, it's still an obsession. I want to work out all the time. I still take my diet pills. I don't think I can stop that. I keep trying to find ways to fix myself- better myself. I think I should learn to be happy with where I am because, honestly, it's not so bad here.
I'm no rail.
I'm no cow.

I have a man who loves me- flaws and all.
I have a kid who is (and TOTALLY unbiased, here) the most AMAZING kid EVER.
I have a house that I own at the age of 22.
I have a job that makes me feel sexy... sometimes.
I have friends who call me skinny and dig my personality.
I'm talented. I'm smart. I'm funny.

...Shit, I've got a pretty decent life. Why do I let myself get down?
I'll keep my stride. I'll work out every day. I'll smile. I'll embrace what I have and take baby steps to an even healthier lifestyle.