When I look in the mirror this is never what I see. I’m always a bit stunned when I randomly catch a glimpse of my profile (which is usually my reflection in store windows). I can’t help but think “what the what?” because I was wasn’t expecting to see what is there. That’s isn’t how I imagine myself. In the past I would have cringed or cowered or immediately have regretted whatever I was wearing, because it turns out it wasn’t as “flattering” as I had previously thought. I would let it eat at me all day, wishing I could go home and put on a big t-shirt and sweat pants to hide all that scary.
I’m tired of thinking that way. It will suck the life right out of you, and I am 100% sure that that way of thinking was severely diminishing my quality of life. Plus the only person who is worried about my fat from the side vs. my fat from the front is me. I’m over it!
Say it with me: I’m fatbulous from all angles, in any mirror, or through any lens.