submitted by thispieceofwork:
I recently got a job teaching high school English, and for that job I needed to get a physical. I stopped working out about six months ago, and this summer I went through a particularly difficult bout of depression, and I’m well aware that I eat my feelings. I drink, I smoke, and I eat like shit, and my body responds. I hadn’t weighed myself in a while, so I was dreading my appointment.
And then I got on the scale and heard the number I’d been avoiding. 285 at 5’8”. It’s the heaviest I’ve ever been. But you know what? My temperature? 98.3 on the dot. My blood pressure? 120/80 EXACTLY. My heart and lungs (surprisingly) are doing just fine.
So this is just a reminder that sure, in some cases being overweight can really affect your health. And sometimes, you’re completely fine regardless of the extra weight. But no matter what, your health is your health and no matter how many rolls or stretch marks you have, no matter the size of your pants or the number on that scale, you are beautiful. And you can take that shit to the bank.