I Do Not Know Who Else Needs To Hear This Aside From Just Me But I Am Writing It Down Because It Helps:

have you eaten yet? (I love you I love you) do you want a snack? (I love you I love you) what's your favorite food? (I love you I love you) can I make you a cup of tea? (I love you I love you) can you help me with dinner? (I love you I love you) I'll bring you some soup for the cold (I love you I love you) I made these and thought of you (I love you I love you) I'm sorry for your loss, take this it was my mother's recipe (I love you I love you) congratulations! let's celebrate with dessert! (I love you I love you) can I get you something to eat? (I love you I love you) no one can make it like my grandmother's (I love you I love you) I made sure it was dietary restriction friendly for you, I hope you like it (I love you I love you) love is stored in food (I love you I love you I love you I love you)

Having to live a future you didn’t think you’d be alive for is so fucking hard

it's okay to be fat and like to eat. it's okay to be fat and enjoy cooking, baking, grilling, canning, drying or preparing foods. it's okay to be fat and work a restaurant or bakery and enjoy what you do. it's okay to be fat and not ashamed of eating in public. it's okay to be fat, but it's especially okay to be fat and have a positive relationship with food. people are supposed to enjoy eating, it's where we get our energy from, it's a very positive and nourishing experience for our bodies, it's okay if it's positive and nourishing to your mental health, too. fat people are allowed to eat, and we're allowed to enjoy doing it, too.

I guess what I hate the most about myself is the fact that I will probably never be as competent or desirable or pretty or quite literally anything compared to everyone around me.

I think I’m learning to become comfortable in my loneliness, which I guess I was going to have to learn to do sooner or later. I would complain about the lack of social interaction I can say that it feels better than overextending myself to talk to the people I consider friends when they take so long to respond or don’t respond at all and then rarely take the initiative to reach out to me and with me already feeling a sense of stress that I don’t even know why I’m feeling it just wasn’t sustainable and yes it does hurt but so did being ignored and disregarded.

Just a reminder to all my fellow fat folks...

You deserve to be loved.

You don't have to settle for anyone who's with you "in spite of" your fatness.

You have nothing to be ashamed of.

You don't owe anyone an explanation of why you're fat.

Every inch of you is worthy of respect, kindness, and appreciation.

This applies to every. single. one of you. Regardless of your race, gender, religion, politics, where you're from, whatever. I know how hard it is, but please remember that.

Sometimes I get scared I won’t see the day my life gets better, other time I wonder if i could even stay alive long enough to see it. I’m scared for my future and I barely see myself having one anyway. Do I really want to live long enough to find out anymore?