As crazy as it seems, I've decided it's time to stop trying to lose weight, completely. Screw the washboard tummy, I'm getting boney and that ain't nice. And screw worrying about the cellulite. It's time for minimo to be happy and enjoy food and stuff. I'm essentially doing this because I'm scraed my body's ****, but anyone who's going to see that much of me isn't going to care. And the same goes for my glaases and any spots I might have. I really don't deserve to spend my life so unhappy about these things. If people can't accept me, it sucks to be them.
I know it seems out of the blue, but I dunno, you kinda get to the point when it hits you.