I have a handy chart I like to use for this exact dilemma
Hur slutar man vara kroppsfixerad och äcklad av sig själv
For fucks sake chelsea…..
I’m happy but i hate being fat more than i love food so i’m a constant mess
Breathe. Okay. I might not like what I see in the mirror. I might feel wrong in this body. But it’s my home. I won’t feel any better by burning it to the ground. I can’t let these thoughts poison me any more. I’m not defined by the shape of my body or where my fat is stored or the number on the scale or the pieces of fabric I wear. I’m a person, constantly progressing and changing; hence I am undefinable.