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Don't tell me fat is beautiful. I'm fat, It's my fault, and I'm embarrassed to take my shirt off at the beach because I did this to myself. Don't tell me it's OK, that I'm discriminated against and shouldn't be. It's not OK, I have high blood pressure, I'll be diabetic by the time I'm 30 if I don't lose weight quick, and it sure as hell isn't a pretty sight when I'm standing there naked and whoever sees me is sober. I lost a bunch of weight, I was halfway to where I needed to be, then I stopped giving a shit again and realized months later that I had undone all the weight loss that had made me healthier, more attractive, and more comfortable about myself.
I keep one of my favorite shirts on my bureau under the mirror, and once or twice a week I put it on, see that I still don't look good in it like I did when I was 30 pounds lighter, and tell myself that I'm not just going to go get one in a bigger size because that would be taking the easy way out. I won't be happy until I fit into that shirt again. I still won't be in good shape when I fit into it, but I'll be halfway there. that's my motivation and reminder.
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