Food Sure Is Great

You know, I know that eating makes you fat. It has to. It's in the nature of food if you eat more than you burn out. And frankly, I'm not burning too much of nothing.

But that doesn't really matter. Yes, I'm overweight. A lot of us are. The thing that matters isn't just making sure you eat healthy, but that you don't over indulge, either.

For lunch today, I had hot hamburgers with fries and gravy. Afterward, I made a graham cracker crust with whipped cream and strawberries on top. The whipped cream definitely isn't going to be healthy. The graham cracker isn't too wonderful with its butter mixed in either to make it sticky.

But whatever. I'm going to enjoy food. I have the ability to make all kinds of tasty wonderful treats unlike many of our animal co-inhabitants on this planet. I'm going to enjoy that strawberry thing.

The important thing is that I don't eat it all at once. ;) And considering it's a chilled dish, it should hold up for awhile.

Something Very Needed

I did something very scary tonight. Something few women (and a couple of men) would dare to do.

I looked at my completely naked ass in the mirror.

I did something I needed to do. Something I usually don't do.

I gave myself credit for that ass.

After all, it might not be the prettiest. It is not perfectly round, nor is it perky. I had a lot of weight as a child. I lost a lot of weight as a teenager. My ass will not just bounce back from that. If I sit in someone's lap, for all the chub on my back side, I have a bony ass.

I however, looked at my ass and thought to myself "That is a perfectly nice ass. It serves its purpose well. I can sit on it and not be hurt. I can snuggle it comfortably into my boyfriend. It works as perfectly as any ass should."

The point of me starting this blog? I'm looking to think positively. I'm looking to think of myself as a beautiful woman. Not as fat, not as not Cosmo perfect.

Yes, I'm going to want to lose weight. Not because I am not a size 3. Because it is a comfort issue and this is important. My body tells me that I am not quite as I should be. My body tells me I am not the right weight for my size.

However to anyone who reads this: If you feel you are comfortable, you are beautiful. If you do not, you are beautiful. Enough of this stupid putting each other and ourselves down. Enough of this self-hatred that we harbor and then try to disseminate it to others. Enough of listening to the photoshopped super models on magazine covers.

We all know they aren't real.

I want to be real.