OKAY WITH BEING ME

I realized today I have something that very few people seem to have.

 I am okay with myself.

Yes, I am overweight, dress sloppily, full of random black chin-whiskers and zits - I am not pretty, or attractive or in any way more than acceptable. Clothes don't fit me very well - the pants are usually too short, and the top too tight and short. My hair is aggressively straight, short, and a very mousy brown with scatterings of grey.

And I'm okay with all of that.

I no longer berate myself for being out of shape - for not fitting into my skinnier jeans - for shopping ONLY in the "women's PLUS" area. I work at and work out at a gym regularly, but can only do the bare minimum of weights - my stretching isn't on the yoga mat or the floor, it's barely sitting on the bench and reaching out slightly to test those tight, unused old muscles.

I'm okay with it.

I don't look at other skinny, fashionable women with any degree of animosity - and I don't often look at other overweight humans with disgust. I'm okay with fat, unhealthy people eating large and unhealthy meals.

It has taken me a long time to GET to this place.

But I am here.

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