#ILOVEMYBELLY
I found out last week that I disgust people, and I was fullt clothed, wearing a bra and I wasn't swearing. So what was it? I'll tell you what it is was, it was my muffin top, my over –hang and most importantly- my flab. But you see, this flab reminds me of a time in my life when I was thinner. It’s not fat as such, it’s skin which was stretched and now is, slightly less stretched. I bought this skirt will all knowledge that my belly would stick out but I accepted that. So dear body shamers/ that girl who told me I was fat at the age of 10/ that man who told me I should only drink diet coke, yet he was drinking frosty jacks out of a bag. My belly is a part of me, I know it’s there, when I lost all my weight, it was still there. If I wear a skirt and my belly is ‘there’ don’t you dare ask if I’m pregnant, don’t you dare ask how much I weight and don’t you ever, criticize how I dress “because it doesn’t suit my body shape”. I will dress how I want, some days that’s in ...