Do you know who this picture is of? That’s Marilyn Monroe. They’ve considered her the most beautiful woman in the world. She’s gorgeous, right? But look at her stomach. Is it completely flat? Does she not have love handles? Does she have perfect long skinny legs? No. She doesn’t. And wanna know something? Her pants size was a size 9. She wasn’t some fucking size 0. She had CURVES. You all worry about your pants size and your weight when, in reality, who cares? Why not live your life and be happy instead of counting calories in your head? Trying to “be skinny”? You think losing weight is going to automatically make you feel better? It won't. No magical fairy is gonna come flying out of the fucking wood work declaring, “You’re now officially hot! Boys love you now! You can be accepted by society!” No. Utter, bullshit. You’re fucking beautiful; it is society thats fucked. Love yourself because if you can't love yourself you can't love anybody or anything else. Be free and be happy. Fuck what the media says, you want that double cheese-burger with bacon? GO FOR IT. Until your weight starts to affect your health, you’re perfectly fine to eat what you please.