My thighs rub together.
Always have and most likely always will.
Losing weight doesn't mean my curves are disintegrating.
In fact, my curves are going no where!
This past week, I have ran into girl bullying. In fact, if you go back to yesterday you will see how I WAS BULLIED. But this, this other woman was picking on another woman's weight. The word "FAT" spewed out her mouth. This was a woman who CONSTANTLY went around saying, "I'm the sh#t!" -Blank stare- What came out her mouth is nothing but that. I deleted her from every social media outlet.
I don't tolerate that kind of negativity in my life. Cant and wont.
My beautiful creamy thunder thighs ( that do have cellulite on them too mind you) rub together. I still have rolls. I still have stretch marks. SO WHAT!
My thighs are apart of me. They clap when I run (my own personal cheerleaders) and they even out my body. They are mine. If they are fat to someone else, they are perfect to someone else.
Loving my thighs, my curves, have not always been this way. I remember being in high school and being teased about having big hips and thighs. Now I see, what I was ashamed of back then, I should have praised.
TEAM THUNDER THIGHS.
A team I am proud to be on. It makes me ME. It makes me who I am. I wouldn't have it any other way.
