During this time of great trial and tribulation, in which I keep trying to trim up before the wedding, but then keep swan-diving into vats of pesto pasta, I am reminded of a quote from the great goddess of Wisdom, Cheryl Strayed:
Stop worrying about whether you’re fat. You’re not fat. Or rather, you’re sometimes a little bit fat, but who gives a shit? There is nothing more boring and fruitless than a woman lamenting the fact that her stomach is round. Feed yourself. Literally. The sort of people worthy of your love will love you more for this, sweet pea.
THANKS CHERYL! IS THIS PERMISSION TO GO WATER SKI MY FACE THROUGH A CHICKEN POT PIE? GREAT THANKS BYYYYYEEEEE!