I have struggled with the way I looked for years. I've been told my size is beautiful and that I should embrace it. But when I look into a full size mirror I want to cry. Because I don't feel beautiful. I don't see what everyone else says they see. I don't see a beautiful smile. I see crooked teeth (that clearly need braces) and bumps on my face. I see thighs that are too big and a butt that isn't as round as I want it to be. A belly that sits low enough to balance books. Yet, I refuse to change what I eat.
Of course when I was younger I was smaller than I am now. But,once my mother past away I started to stress eat
