I am dying. Literally. I have never been so sick in my life. Here's the thing about me and being sick. I am usually in complete denial that I could ever get sick, that I run myself ragged and convince myself that I am better when I am not. Grr. I have to start moving my shit into Ezra's house today, and I have no idea where to start. This will not be fun. I fucking hate moving. I fucking went to the gym for chrissake's today. What the fuck is wrong with me. Besides the fact that I am convincing myself that I have to get rid of my spare tire asap and want to look super sexy/sassy if I am going on a beach vacation with a lot of naturally skinny girls. I swear to god, everyone I know is naturally skinny. Not I, said the Wolff. I'm really on a self hatred kick today, seriously.
Phew, that was one long rant. ARRRRGGHHH I AM INSECURE TODAY!!!!! HELP ME? All of you people tell me I'm pretty and curvy and lovely. Even though Ezra encourages me to GAIN weight (yeah right sucker), I still feel monstrously grotesque. He makes me feel sexy and beautiful, but it doesn't always last and I look down at my roll or my dimple on my thigh and want to cry. America sucks. Tabloids suck. Fashion rags suck. I love them though. Well, I just bought a new workout video today, so I will do yoga bootie burlesque ballet and be toned AND curvy. Life sucks sometimes.
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You have the best body out of anyone I know. I am jealous of it, my dear friend. Just because you are not rail thin does not mean that you are fat or out of shape, because I consider you to be a super healthy and sexy vegan mama. You are beautiful and it doesn't take a rocket scientist to prove that.
I love you amy kempe, you are amazing!
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