let me break this down for you.

accepting my fat is not self complacence. it’s self love and appreciation.

you can look at my body and assume i’m lazy. i know what i am and what i have been through. i accept the hand i’ve been dealt. i own my body and my lifestyle choices. i don’t need anyone’s validation.

i have actually tried my hand at “really committing” to losing weight. can’t say it quite worked out for me.

sure, i’d lose a little weight - but i pretty much remained fat. and i beat myself up for it obsessively, especially as the prevalence of my anxiety disorder came to a head.

so, you know, i decided to stop doing that. because i saw myself starting a pattern of disordered eating habits and negative ways of thinking. i saw a future for myself and my health that was very dim. i decided i didn’t want that.

so i learned about health at every size. i learned that all bodies are good bodies, that weight doesn’t dictate your health, that diets don’t work, that “health” is defined differently for everyone (especially for people with disabilities and chronic or mental illnesses), and that this hate i harbor for my body is entirely fabricated, a product of oppression,  fucked society and visual culture.

i learned that focusing on improving my mental health is more important to me than meticulously counting carbs, recording my eating habits, depriving my body of nutrients, making myself feel guilty for every single thing I decide to eat, and obsessively hating my body - all in the name for being “healthy” and banishing my “disgusting fatness”.

so all things considered, yes, i do in fact find myself to be pretty fucking fabulous. “elevated, evolved” - whathaveyou. i’d rather be up here than down on myself. it works for me.

you just continue doing whatever it is that works for you and kindly piss off, or i’ll have to turn off “anon” messages again, and i really don’t want to have to do that. it’s annoying.