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This morning I showered, shaved everything (amazing how a good de-nuding of hair can make you feel) and stood in front of a mirror.
I've lost 16kgs since the beginning of the year and have quite a bit to go before I hit the "healthy" weight range so I am an overweight woman, but I looked in that mirror and saw my D cup breasts still looking a little perky, they're not hanging down to my waist (no kids!) and I like them. I saw my big round belly, where I carry most of my weight and I thought back to the Venus of willendorf (I think that's right) and how a body like mine would have been worshipped aeons ago. Of course it makes buying clothes that fit a bitch and that's what I'm working on getting rid of.
I have a pronounced waist, I'm not straight up and down. I have slim ankles and wrists, I have feminine curves.
I turned around and looked at my butt. It's dimpled but firm. I have stretch marks on my hips and stomach and breasts from being so large (and getting their so quickly) and they emphasise my roundness.
I can reach down and touch my toys, I can turn around, I can climb stairs and I can sit/stand/walk without being in chronic pain.
I have safe cholesterol, I have good blood pressure, my resting heart rate is 63 bpm. I'm healthy inside, I'm looking after myself, I can get out and exercise and there's nothing to prevent me from doing it.
I am not a person people would like twice at on the street. I don't get whistles or cat calls, but I also don't get the "fat slag" comments either.
I love my body, it lets me be me, it lets me live on this earth, it lets me hug the people I love.
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