|"Have convictions. Stick to your beliefs as they stick to theirs. Work as hard as they do." - Eleanor Roosevelt|
Sorry to post again so soon. I just got thinking. Silly me. ;)
I got thinking about the past. About how I viewed, or, more appropriately, how I DIDN'T view myself and my weight. I never gave it a second thought. Even a few years ago, at the start of highschool (I have since graduated, but it doesn't seem very far past) I couldn't be bothered. I did not give a CRAP.
But I did recognize what pretty was. Pretty was a blond girl with a flat stomach and fabulous flawless thighs in short-shorts. Pretty was everything I wasn't. But Pretty was also so foreign, so alien, it was UNOBTAINABLE. So OUT OF REACH. So OFF LIMITS.
It just seemed to be the way life was. I was decently smart, had friends, but was fat. I am fat. That's all. There was a divide, a barrier between our worlds. It must be nature, it must be the way the world works: They're pretty, I'm not. I HATE them. They're DUMB because they're PRETTY. I don't want to be them (though secretly I do)!
I feel like it wasn't until recently that I came to the conclusion that if I worked for it, I....
I could be pretty too...
Maybe I can have both. Maybe I can be a nerd and look good.
Maybe I can have a tiny waist...
So I went for it.
And years later... I know what it takes.
I know how far I need to go.
I know how far I've come.
And I'm here to tell you:
WE DESERVE IT. We deserve it more than the girls born into it.
And we deserve it more than the girls that take it for granted.
We deserve it with every drop of sweat, every drop of blood and every tear we have ever shed.
WE deserve those bodies.
We have earned it through our suffering and there is no power out there that can deny us.
What we don't deserve is the suffering.
Because I'll tell you ladies...
We are deeper thinkers, with stronger feelings, greater convictions and far more powerful passions than any of those mindless brats.
And we have suffered ENOUGH.
Never feel empty. You are filled with far more than you know.
There's more to you than that shallow pool of cold vanity, even if that's what we strive for.
So let our hearts be full, not our stomachs.
We can have hapiness.