blue pants. these are the ones that have fit nicely for a year.
this morning, they were too snug for comfort. and this is okay. not fitting into them does not mean anything bad. i just means that i am successfully becoming healthier. not fitting into this size is not unhealthy.
ED likes to say it is bad. very bad.
today has been spent separating myself from the ED thoughts.
kimberly knows that she is more than the blue pants. she knows that now the khaki pants, the jeans, and the blue pants are just numbers and standards that ED has used to try to brainwash her into believing that she is defined by numbers.
screw that. big time.
i'm developing more curves. hubby loves it.
and yes, i plan on spending a lot of the next six days naked. on my rooftop terrace. yeah, i said it (we're married. get over it. this is brutal honesty), and i'm proud of it. there is more of me to look at one year later.
screw you, ED.