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Throwing in the towel

Yeah, it's been a long time since I've updated. Today, I had a moment of clarity: I'm destined to be fat. I *am* fat and always will be unless I'm willing to starve myself, which I'm not doing. My feet prevent me from doing any physical activity and I wake up/go to bed in pain. I'm tired of hurting and tired of fighting against the scale. I'm a big girl and always will be. Without any support, it's impossible. So screw it. This is me waving the white flag. You win, crappy mother who beat it in my head that I'm unloveable and fat. 

I do want to continue to blog, but it won't be about fitness or weight loss 'cause I'm not meant to do either.

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  1. DeedraJune 10, 2013 at 8:50 PM

    -hugs-

    You are beautiful! No matter what your mother or any other mean, nasty, self-righteous person has ever told you. YOU, my friend, are beautiful!!!!! And, to top it off, you have a heart of gold that others should strive to mimic!

    You are loved, you are amazing and you are fearfully and wonderfully made!!!!

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