I enjoyed this morning. I liked my quick morning walk after work.
I also did something I never was able to for years. It felt uplifting to be able to look at my body, respect it, and be accepting of it. Don't get me wrong—I'm aware that I am fat, but my self-image has somehow improved enough for me to humor myself about how my belly fat looks like a smiling Gaten Matarazzo from Stranger Things, or how I look like the women in Renaissance paintings, despite having read that the models used for those paintings were male models. Lol. I don't hate my body so much that I can make fun of myself in a non self-deprecating manner.
I also don't feel the need to whiten my skin anymore. And I think that while I'm fat, with my dark red lippie, I am more than fuckable. I can still be desirable. I am pretty (wtf) and even more so when I'm happy and smiling. I will not show you pictures because you're a stranger and I'm not that stupid but my weight ranges between 55-60 kg and my height is 4'11" so gasul talaga but you know what, I'm not despicable.