So why is the fitness thing part of this? Because it’s one of those other things I’ve wanted to do but just haven’t gotten around to. I really truly believe I might be happier and like myself better, if I felt and looked better. I’m not built to be a size 4 waif. I’m built to have Kim Kardashian hips and a Christina Hendricks chest, and I’m finally ok with that.
But it would be nice if those regions actually resembled those examples instead of, well, Jabba the Hut. Ok, slight exaggeration, but you get the point.
Here are some actual examples from this past weekend.
Oh, I do have some other more real-ish life role models. Women who look absolutely fan-freaking-tastic and clearly don’t subside on celery. Some who have had problems with their weight. Some who have been attacked by the media for their change in curves and don’t give a flip about what the articles say. All of who are clearly happy, vivacious, smart, and comfortable with themselves.
And my recent favorite/obsession ever since I read an interview with her on refinery29.com…