Queen of Rambles

I hereby declare my independence from the media driven world of beauty and acceptance. I hereby declare that I am who I am and I will never be anything but that. I hereby declare that my body is not the sum total of me. My body is not me at all. I am my brains and if people don’t want to look beyond the fat to find the fun then it’s their loss, not mine. I don’t need shallow people in my life.

I hereby declare I am no longer dieting. If I want to eat a piece of chocolate I will. If I want to bake a cake I will. If I want to eat a sweet little slab of Vienetta I will.

I hereby declare that I am free from the need to lose fat cells. Instead, I need to live healthy. I will eat whole grain pasta and oatmeal knäckebröd because I like them and they are good for my heart. I will eat strawberries because they are loaded with anti-oxidants. I will eat roasted soy beans because they are supposed to soothe women’s horomones. I will eat bananas because they are yummy and provide potassium. I will avoid white flour because it has no nutritional value.

I hereby declare that I will exercise because I am addicted to endorphins. I will swim because I like the feel of muscle rippling beneath my skin. I will walk because it relaxes me. I will move my body because I enjoy being able to participate in life without gasping for air.

I have a husband who fell in love with me at the height of my fatness. He loves me no matter what strange formations are hanging off my body. I declare I will love myself with the same vigor that he loves me. He’s an intelligent man and I respect him. I will not disrespect him by making fun of the very thing he loves.

I am wearing a size smaller than I wore in high school. Don’t most people long to be the size they were in high school? Thus I’ve met a goal. Of course, I was a lardo in high school so it’s not really a great goal, but my body is not meant to be thin. I am meant to be bulky. I am descended from German farm folk. I hereby declare that I will not deprive myself in the hopes of becoming something I am not meant to be.

I hereby declare that clothes manufacturers, anorexic super models and the pages of Cosmo will no longer control my body image. If they don’t like it, they can “bring it”. I’ll kick their asses with my large, muscular legs and then sit on them. Then I’ll eat a piece of their favorite dessert (unless it’s something nasty like lemon pie) and give them a carrot to munch on.

I hereby declare that I will be happy.

Let’s see how long this lasts.

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