I was about 11 when this show came out and I adored it

Keywords: health , lessons , me , rant , weightloss , bodyimage , diet , diet culture , fat , growing up

I found the main actresses so beautiful and so thin. I wanted their lives. I wanted their flat stomachs. It taught me that the blonde, beautiful, thin women were revered while the ugly, chubby, brunette women were always cast aside.

https://lilbm.com/2021/01/09/lesson-41-if-you-cant-love-yourself-blame-the-media

Literally letting y’all take a peak at my diary

Keywords: christmas , divorce , feelings , healing , heart , holiday , journaling , party , vulnerable , writing

I fortify myself with grit and conviction and take another deep breath. I look up at the ceiling and let one lonely tear fall. I make an agreement with myself that it will be my only tear tonight. I gently pat my cheek dry, take one more look at myself in the mirror and this time the woman I see looking back is a fighter. I’m staring at her. I can see that she’s tough. She knows she can do this. She believes in her strength. She believes in herself.

https://reclaiminglacy.com/2020/12/17/reflections-on-last-christmas

I don’t want to fit in

Keywords: living , fitting , fitting in , happiness , israel , living , mental-health , nationality , race , racism , religion

For me, to fit in, means to bend myself to a shape that I am not. I know enough about myself at this point in my life to know that I am flexible and I will bend but I only want to do this in ways that suit me and certainly not for the benefit of those who require it of me so that I can neatly fit in the box that they have allocated for me. That isn’t me. That would be a bent out of shape version of me.

https://417daysayear.wordpress.com/2020/12/02/how-important-is-fitting-in