Fuck what my stomach looks like in a bikini or what my thighs look like in shorts. I want my plate to be colorful for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I want to run a mile and feel like running 10 more afterwards. I want to feel like I’m filled to the brim with energy all day long. I just want to be healthy.
she wears short skirts, I wear t-shirts
she’s cheer captain and I respect her right to wear whatever she wants and participate in traditionally ‘feminine’ activities because I understand that life is not about condemning another woman’s personal choices just because she doesn’t ‘deserve’ the boy i have a crush on