Another motivator for me besides kicking some ass when I finally get FIGHT FIT is my sisters wedding.... I’m beyond excited that she was blessed to find a man not only who treats her like a queen, but a man who’s educated, cultured, and funny as all hell.
When I went dress shopping it was the most ultimate HORRIBLE feeling... every synonym for fat fuck, obese, piece of shit you can think of conjured in my mind. Self loathing was an understatement.... especially because the actual dress that I fell in love with WOULDNT ZIP THE FUCK UP!!! I wanted to cry and scream at the top of my lungs but held some kind of composure since my youngest sister was with me (and i didn’t wanna cause her any embarrassment). I finally found the dress pictured here that BEARLY fit me because it had a stretchy fabric in the back that reached max capacity with me... the wedding is in July... I have until July to make this dress work... I never ever FUCKING EVER wanna go through that intense feeling of self hatred again... gotta keep working out and stop eating like a fat fucking pig 🐷