In honor of the death threats I received because of my fatness, here are the rest of the photos from today.
Bless my double chin. Bless my soft tummy. Bless my touching thighs. Bless my flabby arms, my muscled calves, and my thin ankles. Bless the way my eyes close when I smile without thinking. Bless my jiggly boobs, that refuse to let any garment fit the way it “should.”
Bless the hard fucking work I have to do to love myself every day, and bless the fact that I am surviving. Bless the days I cry. Bless the mornings I pass the mirror without looking. Double-bless the mornings I concentrate on my reflection and ask g-d why I was made so damn perfect.
I will not let other people’s vocalization for the hate of my body to be the end-all. I get to be the one to finish these “conversations”. The discussion of my body is a discourse that only I get to have control of, and my rules are positivity only. I will turn the daggers of distasteful, unsolicited body hate into swords of self-love.