So, while I enjoy my curves, I'd like to tone them a bit.
This past week I made the decision to start working on it. I have horrific trauma of exercise and gyms. From being put on diets at 10-11 years old because I was starting to look fat. Being put in the car and told "we're going to Disney world" only to pull up at weight watchers. Counting points and weighing in every week with disappointment in my mothers and step fathers eyes. I remember my senior year being a size 10 and it being completely unacceptable. I remember being laughed at by my family for not doing better or knowing how to work out.
It
Fucked
Me
Up.
Tonight I did a dance work out and it was really good. I cried the entire fucking time and just relived trauma but I did it and I'll do it again tomorrow. I'm proud of me.
That was all.
Thanks.
















