all i see is what’s wrong, and i am not alone in this. i see my tummy that’s too big, my legs that have just started to rub together at the top and my breasts that are not as perky as they use to be to name just a few. why is it that i can’t look at myself as i do this beautiful girl in the picture? i am even a little smaller than her. but no, those voices start with the nasty chatter and can stay with me for hours, sometimes days.
i spent a lot of 2008 working on this voice inside me that wants to trip me 