04/17/2026
Does it ever stop?
“Get up you big fat bitch, you better get moving.”
Yeah… that’s the voice sometimes.
Keeping it real for a minute—who else lives here?
Always raising the bar. Never fully satisfied. Always something to pick apart.
The wild part? I know I’m healthy.
I eat well, I move my body, I sleep, I’m happy.
But somehow my brain’s like… cool, not enough.
Bigger b***s. Less cellulite. Tighter arms.
On and on.
And the kicker?
In my 20s my body was 🔥
…and I still found things to hate.
Like “cellulite under my butt” — girl, S**U.
I’ve used that voice to push me.
To stay disciplined. To care.
And yeah, part of that isn’t a bad thing.
But damn… I could be a little nicer to myself.
Most days, I love my body.
Some days, it’s frustrating as hell that things don’t change like they used to.
And honestly? I get why women say “just give me the EMPIC.”
I get it.
But also… we need to chill.
I need to chill.
I’m trying something different—
starting to call out what I do love.
Because one day I’m going to look back at this version of me and think,
“you had no idea how good you looked.”