I hate my hair.
I hate my glasses.
I hate my shoes.
I hate every piece of clothing I own on top of feeling like nothing fits anymore.
I went thrifting the other day to try and shut down the annoying voice in my head that keeps putting me down. I wanted to try and find some new clothes so that I could feel "so fresh and so clean". I bought this black shit and a dress. It's funny the conversation I had with myself in the dressing room. I convinced myself to get it even though I wasn't in love with it. I told myself that it was black and would cover up my fat girl rolls all while slimming me down. I also bought the shirt because the length was perfect to cover up my butt and that midsection where most of my f-shirts meet my jeans...visible belly outline hemisphere.
This morning it took me ages to get ready and I had a little crying moment/breakdown.
I am writing this blog post, not to get a million, "no girl, you look great" comments but to shed light on my struggle with body image. You all know that I'm all about being fat positive & body positive but I struggle with that little evil voice too that says I look awful. I am writing this blog post so that I can get over it and move on.