If I hear one more person talk about giving up carbs for their new year's resolution, or that their clothes are tight after their summer holiday, or that they are unironically shredding for a wedding, I very may well scream. I am all for health, and eating lots of veggies, and getting exercise that you enjoy, but I am not at all for hating oneself, obsessing over calories, negatively comparing our bodies to others, or deprivation and guilt and self-loathing around food. It's food. You have to eat it three times a day, you might as well eat and enjoy and move on. Actually liking the body you're in, and yourself, is an incredibly powerful thing. Actually believing those inspirational quote photos on instagram instead of just posting them, and loving your body in all it's differences to everyone else and eating seasonally and enjoying it are just all great things I think we should try a bit harder to do. I despair, I utterly despair at the number of beautiful, intelligent, funny people I know who obsess over this shit. What if we all put that energy into something actually worth while?
In the immortal words of Sarah Knight, maybe it's time to declutter your life and stop giving a fuck? About what other people, the bazillion dollar diet industry, or general society think? Hmmm?