The really sad part is that this attitude is all very new to me. Even just a couple months ago, I was still moping about being a size 20ish. My mother kept telling me - something somewhat newfound for her, too - to just cut the tags out of my clothes if it bothered me so much! LOL
Then my dad died. He was so young. And it still took a little while after that, but eventually it all hit me: life is TOO SHORT.
I mean, who the hell cares if I'm a size 20?
My dad? He thought I was God's gift.
My mom? She's called me the most amazing person she knows.
My friends? They all think I'm beautiful, inside and out.
My boyfriend? I'm his *forever*.
And, someday, hopefully, I'll have children, and I refuse to let it matter to them. I want to pass along the attitude I have NOW, not the one I had before.
I don't know. I'd like to think it doesn't always take some tragic life event to change someone's thinking, but I don't think it's something you can just change overnight, either. You have to work on it. I still have REALLY bad self-loathing kinds of days - I think we all do. But if you keep telling yourself that you're fabulous, eventually you're gonna believe it. 
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I'd like to think there's always hope.
