I am a GOOD person. I’m not perfect, I may have some gossipy tendancies, I procrastinate like it’s my job, but I’m a GOOD person. I CARE about people. I am always trying to help people, I’m always there for them. And as a result, I’m LIKED. People care about me, respect me, admire me, love me. And all of that is REGARDLESS of my size.
WHO CARES IF I’M THIN? WHAT DOES BEING THIN ACCOMPLISH? It doesn’t make me a better person, that’s for sure. I’m a good person and being thin neither adds nor subtracts from that.
So if I’m not 100% happy with what I see in the mirror, it SHOULDN’T MATTER! I’m still me, I’m still a GOOD, KIND, CARING person. And I’d rather be known for all of that then being known as “the thin girl” or (as I’ve shamefully strived for) “the anorexic looking girl.
