Stuck a Big Girl

"Maybe he's into big girls..." said a co-worker, after the Crane Operator we were working with showed obvious signs of flirting with me.

Now, I have a wonderful boyfriend, who loves me completely, who loves me for me... I am not on the hunt or anything, but still, after hearing that, it stabbed at me a bit... I AM considered bigger girl, no matter what I do, I can't seem to lose the weight. I'm "lucky" like that.

I most definitely eat healthy. Sure, I indulge a bit once and awhile, like the best of us, but not orca fat indulging. There is NO reason I should be as chubby as I am. I generally make healthy choices, I'm active, I work out as much as I can, with my new career path. It's so frustrating. Fuck off Belly, go away Love Handles!

My attitude changes like waves... For awhile I'm motivated and I am determined to beat this... Other times, I mellow out a bit and love me for me... Then, some times, the anger, depression and the feelings of conqueredness over come me.

Just... so sick of it. I want to be comfortable in my skin, not feel like a foreign visitor. I'm literally stuck fat.

Kidless

I don’t bitch, whine or complain when my friends post about their wonderful kids day in day out… I smile, I enjoy with the best of ‘em. However, when I post about my wonderful, kid-free life once and awhile, I’m sneered at, judged and shit on.

I’m sorry I’m not “normal” like the rest of the world, but who the hell are you to say what’s what? So, I don’t want kids, what the fuck is it to you? How is it effecting you? IT’S NOT!

Do I have to conclude that those people with these issues are jealous of the adventures? My freedoms? Getting to do whatever I want when I want?

I’m happy, I love my life the way it is… Your choices are yours, mine are mine.

Hey, enjoy living my freedoms vicariously through my photos and updates. Peace out, bitches.