
I’ve always been striving to attain a healthy self-image, one that does NOT revolve around protruding hip bones, but around sassy girlcurves. Or when my self-esteem is in the shitter and all I can do is look at someone else and think how nice it would be to have their stomach or their arms or whatever. I do appreciate my body. I love how different I am, but sometimes, it’s difficult. And I hate that fact. That has to go.
My manifesto is to just try to be healthy, mentally and physically.
Ergo, I’m dusting off the yoga workout dvd, hopping back on the salad train and logging back onto The Daily Plate.
Hopefully it won’t be too much of a bumpy ride.
