you’ve been saying for months, hell YEARS that you were going to do this. you push it off, brushing away the work you’ve made by binging on shitty food and then complaining about your weight.
do this. do it for the mini skirts, for the collar bones. for the dainty wrists and flat stomach. do it for the stares and to feel good. go workout. go eat like a fucking queen. drink that water. queens have hella good skin, so you will too. get healthy. get skinny. become the badass you’ve always wanted to be.
i believe in you, hon. keep it up. eat that fruit, that oatmeal. drink the green tea. slay everyone’s existence. you can do it. this is what you’ve wanted, right? commit to it. get serious. this is your last chance.
change or stop complaining.