I really hate when people say:

"It doesn't matter what size you are, because there are people who love your for more than just your body."
No.

Just, no.
If you're going to love me, love all of me.

Every inch.

Head to toe.

Curve to angle, firmness to softness.

All of me.
I know what it's like to not be loved for the skin I'm in.

I know what it's like to have little things said to me that let me know that I'm not loved exactly the way I am.

I know what it's like to be told I'd be more attractive if I lost weight.
I also know what it's like to hate my own body.

I know what it's like to cringe when I pass by a mirror.

I know what it's like to count every mouthful of food.

I know what it's like to get dizzy from lack of nourishment.

I know what it's like to eat because I feel unloved.
And I am not in that place anymore.

I love who I am.

I lose weight, I gain it.
I build muscle, I lose it.
I grey. I wrinkle. I sag.

But it's my body, and I take very very good care of it. I listen to it. I work it. Tone it. Love on it. Honour it. Rest it. Move it.
And, if you're with me, you've got to love every inch of it too.

It's non-negotiable for me.

But also; have you seen the material??
I'm fine as hell. I know that.

I'm not everyone's cup of tea.

But I AM a tall glass of water, and you'd be lucky to have this by your side.
Love as I am, or leave me alone.

I am a work in progress. I'll always be growing, changing, aging, strengthening.

But I need you to love me here. Now. In this moment.
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