The language we use to describe ourselves, especially when it comes to weight and age is very leading. We say "I am xxlbs" and "I am xx years old". It's almost as if there's a silent "currently" between the word am and the number we give. As if we can change whatever number to something more acceptable. Because people are always striving to weight less, look thinner, look and act younger. I swear that many people would actually become younger if it were physically possible.
So, in the style April D does in her post, I'm going to give myself a reality check. This is the real me. The real physical me. The whole, undiluted truth. This is me:
I have lived 21 years.
I wear a size 20-24.
My butt, my hips and my tummy are all large parts of my body.
I have a chicken pox scar on my forehead.
I have a scar on my lip from where I was punched.
I have cellulite on my hips.
I have stretch marks on my tummy and thighs.
I have permanent black heads on my nose.
I still get spots, and not just on my face.
I have crappy mousy brown hair, when I'm not dyeing it silly colours.
I have four tattoos, on various parts of my body.
I have seven piercings in my ears.
I have stretched piercings in my earlobes.
I look just how I'm meant to look; just how I want to look.
I am alive and I am happy.
