I’m so sick of hating my body. It’s so much work. This constant fixation on things that are too big or too small or too loose. It’s exhausting. I’m sick of comparing myself to Instagram influencers and curvy celebs. I’m tired of counting spoonfuls and tracking steps. Leave me the fuck alone. Let my jiggly thighs be. Let me eat and sleep and fuck however I want. This hatred is too heavy and repetitive and boring. It’s the same shame everytime. I’m sick of it. Fuck weight loss resolutions. Fuck lifestyle quick fixes. Fuck this constant desire to fit into boxes that never do one’s greatness justice. This body is fine. No diet shakes, detox drinks or waist sinchers. I’m exhausted. This is a full-time hatred with a union and yet no benefits. Fuck this. I quit.

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