It’s one of those days of body hate, and comparison. I’m laying in my bed being pitiful, but I realize that I have to love me. If I don’t love me who will. I can wish to be different or be like someone else, but that’s not going to happen I’ll always be Kelsey. As difficult as it may be somedays with all the moments of “What did I just do? That was stupid!” Or the various foods I stuff in myself and think, “I really didn’t need to eat that cookie.” I’m me for all my flaws. I’d like to change myself, sure I’ve tried half a dozen (under estimation) times, but it never seems to work. I always give into old habits. Although I am starting a new habit, a love of working out. It’s part of me now and I’m thankful. Working out may help change my flaws—> WOOHOO! but that’s not why I’m doing it. I’m working out because of the way it makes me feel. My endorphins soar, my body feels powerful. I can take on the world.