People are always either complaining about calories or envying everyone else’s flawless figures. Really? Are we obsessed with our figures to the point that food is valued by its calorie content over its flavor? I’m a big proponent of health and nutrition, but not enjoying your food is not healthy. And the worst part about the “thinspo” craze is that the only thing being inspired is starvation and insecurity.
81% of 10 year olds fear becoming fat. 13% of women smoke to lose weight. Anorexia has the highest mortality rate of any psychiatric illness. At some point, mental health gained less regard than physical appearance.
I used to be someone that any guy would be lucky to be with– I’m in shape. I have a moral compass. I’m smart. I’m funny (I think). I’m pretty. Yes – I said it, I’m pretty! And I bet half of the readers are thinking, “Damn, this girl is conceited.” Really? Does not hating myself make me conceited? Where is the line between confidence and cockiness?