What do I want is a question, but in my mind I see that to be a period. What do I want period.
The items I didn’t buy into or decide myself, eventually fizzled out or I finally realized “hey I’m not happy.” MAKE A CHANGE, BETH.
I wasn’t cranky. I wasn’t obsessed with food and I was happy.
It was just me. This cycle would continue most days and on the worse, I wouldn’t even be able to attempt a squat. I felt paralyzed. I would cry out of frustration. He would try to comfort me and I just couldn’t accept it.
Two words: Sushi Burritos.
Three words: Half priced tacos
What is life if you always stay the same?
If you stay the same, what have you learned? Has nothing set your soul on fire? I choose to live.
I’m 100% not hating on the people that post the original since we should all love ourselves, but it drives me crazy that it does single out ladies who can’t repost even though they LOVE who they are because they don’t meet those views of loving yourself. I am extremely proud of who I am.