On most days, I hate the way my body looks. I tell myself that I love the way it feels and that I could be fatter than I really am. But just looking in the mirror and putting on my clothes (especially pants) just leaves me so sickened of my physical shell. I work out, I do yoga, I walk up and down a mountain. This f*cking fat has been on my body for over 15 years.
So f*cking over it. I wish I could win the lottery, not work at all, and spend all of my time with a personal trainer.