ItsThatFatGirl - ItsThatFitGirl

◄ My name is Valerie. I'm currently twenty years old. I'm severely overweight and am unhappy feeling so unhealthy. I'm changing my lifestyle to a healthy one, because I believe in being healthy and happy. ► ◄This is a health/body positive blog and I believe that you should love yourself. I try my best to blog only positive and non-triggering things. I am going to post a lot here, youtube, and twitter about my weight loss journey and being healthy.► ◄I just started eating healthy and working out, so I haven't made a ton of progress yet, but I am working hard to reach my goals and know that my effort will show.► ◄My starting weight was 290lbs. My current weight is 285lbs. My first goal weight is 250lbs.► ♥Twitter♥ ♥Youtube♥

[still--getting--there]

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[akaitsume]

Me flirting with someone I’m not emotionally invested in:

Me flirting with someone I actually like:

[sparkleskylo-archive]

THIS IS SO ACCURATE

[loves-a-state-of-mine-d-blog]

Me right now and I’m hanging with the kid I’m not emotionally invested in this weekend alone???

[october-wing]

Not taking any chances

[evienator]

I scrolled past this and the guilt was too much

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[thanby]

[eeruhrah]

WHAT THIS IS SO CUTE❤️❤️

[thecrazytealady]

*screaming*

[enervat]

Imagine if little love hearts appeared like this whenever you’re thinking your crush It’d get so annoying

[rtrixie]

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

[gotpronmymind]

omg so cute

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WHO MADE THIS?????????? THIS IS JUST SO CUTE.

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This is belle and Rumpelstiltskin from Once Upon A Time! I’m not sure who the artist is.

[littlemissmollymormon-blog]

I don’t go running because I want to be thin.

I go running because

you

never

know

who’s

going to

show up

and tell you

to

[legitfitneverquits-blog]

this is literally my favorite running post of all time. hands down.

[iglovequotes]

Daily dose of love quotes here

[askmissa]

[itsthatfatgirl]

askmissa:

[cosmopolitanmagazine]

Instagram queen and celebrity fitness trainer Massy “Mankofit” shows you how to get tight abs in just three steps »

[inkskinned]

A FAT LITTLE GIRL is eight years old, she’s got pink cheeks that her grandmother calls chubby. She wants a second cookie but her aunt says “you’ll get huge if you keep eating.” She wants a dress and the woman in the changing room says “she’ll probably need a large in that.” She wants to have dessert and her waiter says “After all that dinner you just had? You must be really hungry!” and her parents laugh. A FAT LITTLE GIRL is eleven and she is picked second-to-last in gym class. She watches a cartoon and sees that everyone who is annoying is drawn with a big wide body, all sweaty and panting. At night she dreams she is swelling like the ocean over seabeds. When she wakes up, she skips school. A FAT LITTLE GIRL is thirteen and her friends are stick-thin ballerinas with valleys between their hipbones. She is instead developing the wide curves of her mother. She says she is thick but her friends argue that she’s “muscular” and for some reason this hurts worse than just admitting that she jiggles when she walks and she’ll never be a dancer. Eating seconds of anything feels like she’s breaking some unspoken rule. The word “indulgent” starts to go along with “food.” A FAT LITTLE GIRL is fourteen and she has stopped drinking soda and juice because they bloat you. She always takes the stairs. She fidgets when she has to sit still. Whenever she goes out for ice cream, she leaves half at the bottom - but someone else always leaves more and she feels like she’s falling. She pretends to like salad more than she does. She feels eyes burrowing through her body while she eats lunch. Kate Moss tells her nothing tastes as good as skinny feels, but she just feels like she is wilting. A FAT LITTLE GIRL is fifteen the first time her father says “you’re getting gaunt.” She rolls her eyes. She eats one meal a day but thinks she stays the same size. Every time she picks up a brownie she thinks of the people she sees on t.v. and every time she has cake, she thinks of the one million magazine articles on restricting calories. She used to have no idea a flat stomach was supposed to be beautiful until she saw advice on how to achieve it. She cuts back on everything. She controls. They tell her she’s getting too thin but she doesn’t believe it. A FAT LITTLE GIRL is sixteen and tearing herself into shreds in order for a thigh gap big enough to hush the screams in her head. She doesn’t “indulge,” ever. She can’t go out with friends, they expect her to eat. She damns her sweet tooth directly to hell. It’s coffee for breakfast and tea for lunch and if there’s dance that evening, two cups of water and then maybe an apple. She lies all the time until she thinks the words will rot her teeth. She dreams about food when she sleeps. Her aunt begs her to eat anything, even just a small cookie. They say, “One bite won’t make you fat, will it, darling?” A FAT LITTLE GIRL is seventeen and too sick to go to prom because she can’t stand up for very long. She thinks she wouldn’t look good in a dress anyway. Her nails are blue and not because they are painted. Her hair is too thin to do anything with. She’s tired all the time and always distracted. She once absently mentions the caloric value of grapes to the boy she is with and he looks at her like she’s gone insane and in that moment she realizes most people don’t have numbers constantly scrolling in their heads. She swallows hard and tries to figure out where it all went wrong, why more than a granola bar for a meal makes her feel sick, why she tastes disease and courts with death. She misses sleep. She misses being able to dream. She misses being herself instead of just being empty. A FAT LITTLE GIRL is twenty and writes poetry and is a healthy weight and still fights down the voices every single day. She puts food in her mouth and sometimes cries about it but more and more often feels good, feels balanced. Her cheeks are pink and they are chubby and soft and no longer growing slight fur. Her hair is long and it is beautiful. She still picks herself apart in the mirror, but she’s starting to get better about it. She wears the dress she likes even if it only fits her in a large and she doesn’t feel like a failure for it. She is falling in love with the fat on her hips. She is eating out with friends and not worrying about finding the lowest calorie item on the menu when she hears a mother tell her four year old daughter “You can’t have ice cream, we just had dinner. You don’t want to end up as a fat little girl.”

Why do we constantly do this to our children? /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)

[iraffiruse]

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carnalincarnate

[paramedicdownsouth]

You can’t not reblog this

[thatsthat24]

There should be a limit to how many times your mind can be blown in one post.

[the-more-u-know]

awesome

[kushandwisdom]

[kushandwizdom]

More pictures here

[itsthatfatgirl]

[itsthatfatgirl]

I'm having a really rough time with my depression and anxiety right now. Unfortunately, I am concerned I might have developed an eating disorder in all the chaos, that has become my life.  I was on vacation, but it had been anything but. I am headed home early to seek the help that I need to overcome this new found way to deal with the pain and such that I am going through right now. 

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[itsthatfatgirl]

I can really relate to this.

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