It's time for a revolution.

It's time to stop it!

I am in serious need of a revolution.  I abuse my body and my mind.  If you're human, you do it, too.  There's this little minion that lives in my mind, tells me I'm not good enough, tells me I'm not strong enough, tells me I'm not worth it.  It lies to me.  Instead of ignoring it and punching it in the face, like I would do to anyone else saying it to me, I actually listen to it.  Can you believe that?  I listen to it, acknowledge it, then I accept it.  This is crazy, who does that?  ;)  It's not healthy.  This little voice, who I'm entirely sure is Voldemort, has always been there.  He tells me what I should or shouldn't believe, what I can or can't do, what I should and shouldn't eat.  To be honest, I am a pretty proud person.  I don't like being told what I can or cannot do.  So where does Voldemort get off telling me what I can or cannot do?  Really, how stupid have I been to listen to him?  The Dark Lord of Lies?  There ya go.  I don't listen to liars, and neither do you.  You know better, just like me.  Let's take a stand!  It's time to stand up for ourselves.  If we don't, who will?

I want you to tell Moldy-Wort where to shove it, you're so worth it.

Along with poisoning my mind, I'm poison my body as well.  Ya see, it's the skinny b*itch in my mind, it's Fat Albert in my a*s.  He's always yearning for one more donut, one more steak, one more Big Mac.  As much as he likes me, and I love him, I can't keep Fat Albert in my butt anymore.  It's not healthy for me or him.  I have to do what's best for all of us.  I love Fat Albert, I love him with all my heart.  It's going to be so hard to let him go.  We've been really good comfort buddies, bored buddies, feel-good buddies.  Fat Albert can't expect me to eat every time I feel a freakin' emotion, can he?  It ain't healthy.  I'm skinny, I'm not fat by any means.  This isn't my "lose 20 lbs" New Year's resolution.  This has nothing to do with weight, or I'd have a very happy relationship with Al.  This has to do with respecting myself.  Respecting the beautiful temple which I have been given guardianship over.  If you have to lose weight, ok, who cares?  You're beautiful.  Take care of you because you KNOW it's the right thing to do.  Take care of you because you're worth it.  Moldy-Wort and Hey hey hey have no place in your body.  You are better than that.  I am better than that.

I was delighted I could find a "start a revolution" for your body picture.  I couldn't agree more.

Today starts my revolution.  I will love me, I will be kind to me.  I won't poison my body any longer, in any way, shape, or fashion.  My IBS will stop torturing me.  My Fibromyalgia might be a little more kind to me.  I will do it for me, because who else do I have?  Our bodies are counting on us.  Don't prove Voldemort right, you know he's been lying to you.        

I AM real, not the the voice inside your head.  Believe me when I say you're beautiful.  You are worth it.  If you can't do it for you, do it for me.  I think you're worth respecting.