I truly don’t know what happen. One day I woke up and hated being mad at my body. I couldn't spend another moment scrutinizing. I refused to judge other people on their size.  I couldn’t calm down from another anxiety attack that I was no longer able to fit my skinny jeans. I raised my white flag. Exhausted and unable to battle the fat demons. In my heart existed a universe of ideas, businesses and dreams that seemed much bigger than the pursuit of skinny. Skinny was no longer useful, the short burst of confidence while good, was not real. Skinny was hindering my happiness.

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