Every day
Is so fucking back and forth. When will I not hate myself? When will I lose weight? When will I stop gaining? How can I be both healthy and happy? Or why can I sometimes feel full of self-love, of strength, of muscle and skin and fat and flesh and love every bit of it… and the next minute I want nothing more than the chance to tear myself to pieces?
When does it stop?
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courageisgraceunderpressure said:
you’re full of strength, both physically as well as mentally. what is inside you is actually really incredible and i’m inspired by you, each and every day. i know that all sounds really cliche, but i sincerely mean it.
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