You open your eyes and wish you could go back to that beautiful dream where everything was right.

Where you were content with every part of yourself;

from your smile to your thighs, to your stretch marks in disguise. 

To that place where those 3 digits next to lb didn't matter. 

To that place where your heart didn't crumble every time your clothes didn't fit.

Where you could enjoy food without that voice echoing in the back of your head  "You're getting bigger with each bite you take." 

To that place where you felt comfortable in your own skin with each step you take.

In a place where your image didn't collaborate with your success. 
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