I have some very brave friends...
I've realized that every once in a while I'll look in a mirror and realize that I'm beautiful. And, I then in turn realize that 99% of the rest of the time, I don't think I'm beautiful - I don't even think I'm attractive!!! - and why?? Because I'm not skinny. I think that because I am not skinny, I am not beautiful, and that no one else thinks I'm beautiful either, and if they do think I'm beautiful, it's just because they know I'm beautiful on the inside.
The fact that women feel this way about themselves constantly is one of the greatest crimes in humanity.
(Amy Cutler, J.K. Rowling, and a friend suffering from anorexia all popped into my life tonight. A very random assortment of people, yes. But all three are wonderful, strong, empowered, fiesty women. And all three, like me, were dealing with the same issues. Hence, me suddenly feeling compelled to write this all down.)
The fact that women feel this way about themselves constantly is one of the greatest crimes in humanity.
(Amy Cutler, J.K. Rowling, and a friend suffering from anorexia all popped into my life tonight. A very random assortment of people, yes. But all three are wonderful, strong, empowered, fiesty women. And all three, like me, were dealing with the same issues. Hence, me suddenly feeling compelled to write this all down.)