The paradox of being fat
I’m supposed to love myself
I’m supposed to want to change myself
I’m supposed to accept the good and the bad about me
I’m supposed to accept that I’m going to be alone until I lose weight
Everyone says I’m beautiful
except my Mother.
The end result:get unflattering hair cut (by accident), dye a big chunk pink, attempt to make bolder fashion choices, end up looking foolish and utterly forgettable. Realize you can’t make anyone happy, and go out and look for a job that pays and isn’t soul crushing.