Yep, this is how every cup feels.
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Being solitary is being alone well: being alone luxuriously immersed in doings of your own choice, aware of the fullness of your won presence rather than of the absence of others. Because solitude is an achievement.
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Both food and the feeling of being thin are temporary satisfactions. Your body will change as you age. You’ll get wrinkles around your eyes, thin skin over your hands. Your veins will start to show. Maybe your teeth will yellow, or you’ll start to get dark arm hair.
Loving your body, however… that is a long-term satisfaction. Find a place where you feel healthy, energetic, happy. Stick with that place.
My place includes eating cheesecake when it’s offered, devouring the everlasting fuck out of that pizza and not feeling guilty about what I eat.
The lack of guilt, honestly, is what has let me reach this state of confidence and self-love. I’ll watch my diet when I think about it, but otherwise not give a flying fuck beyond ‘if I’m hungry, eat. If I’m not hungry, don’t eat. Drink lots of fluids, dumbass, you dehydrate easily’
Feeling guilty, regretting what you’ve eaten, feeling sick or anxious because of something you put in your mouth… that kind of stress tears you up inside.
Those feelings are far more harmful to your body and your mind than any slice of pizza could ever be.
For a long while, I seriously didn’t like the way I looked. If someone ever said ‘You look handsome/attractive/beautiful I would thank them for the sentiment, but brush off the words, since I didn’t believe them.
I can’t prescribe a way to love yourself - that depends entirely on your own thoughts and feelings.
I can say this, though.
Swearing out loud helped me.
“I’m going to eat the shit out of this bacon, and I’m going to enjoy it, goddamnit, No regrets because I’m fucking amazing!” And later, if the guilt starts to creep in, take a deep breath and try to kick it back. “I said I’d enjoy it and I did. It was fucking delicious, and I don’t regret eating it. I’m still awesome, and that bacon was awesome too.”
Even if the guilt or regret or whatever comes in, don’t take that statement back. Stick by it, repeat it. You’re awesome. You’re beautiful. You’re a fucking fantastic individual and no dumbass chunk of flesh, fat or carbohydrates can change that.
Swear at the food. Get mad. Chew angrily and drink water like an overly dramatic anime character. Gesture wildly and pretend your food has done something wrong and needs to be destroyed. DESTROY IT WITH YOUR TEETH.
Not regretting what you’ve eaten - even if it’s greasy or sugary or whatever - It’s a small step toward not regretting your actions, or regretting yourself… Toward not disliking yourself.
You can change your diet later. Changing your heart needs to happen now.