Did you ever look at yourself in the mirror?
You tell yourself your pretty.
You do your hair, your makeup.
You lift your shirt up and think, are you feeling skinny, bloated, or fat?
Can anyone relate, like a few days before you get your period, you are the skinniest, because I get that.
Thats your best day. The next day “rolls” around your like shit. (Pun intended)
It was the spaghetti that I had two plates of.
This isn’t cool.
But I will keep telling myself I’m fat and do nothing about it, like work out.
I could just do that right?
But who the fuck has that motivation anymore?
Then you scroll Facebook and see that beautiful girl with those nice abs she worked for.
That will be me someday.
I just know it. This girl is my inspiration.
Then as you think of that, your like nahhh photoshop. It’s not true.
Plus your a mom of two. Do people really have those nice abs after two kids? Yes.
No. Lol it’s unrealistic. No it’s not.
I try and talk myself out of every scenario of what it could be. Then I sit here and bitch about it.
I’m just going to take it or leave it.
Fuck no I’m not. I have my beer in one hand, which I enjoy, and my insecurities in another.
I will leave it, but I’m going to still bitch about it till I randomly loose a pound.