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So after a rough morning with the kiddo, a distressing phone call with my mother, and dealing with airline BULLSHIT, my blood is boiling.

But I actually tried to do something healthy with it. I walked the dog.

In shorts that are too tight on my butt and a shirt that is too tight on my…everything.

And guess how many fucks I gave?

0

Well, maybe one. But I was trying really hard to ignore it.

I looked ridiculous, I know. And to top off my look I was wearing this weird sport belt thing my mom gave me that carries poop bags, keys, etc.

And yes. I was also picking up dog shit while rocking this look.

Don’t be jealous.

But it felt really good to be outside. Walking. Not being too hot because I’d insisted on wearing pants to cover my thunder thighs. Oh no, it was all hanging out and it was quite refreshing.

So FUCK THEM.

Whoever is making you doubt yourself or judge yourself.

Fuck them.

Articles that tell you it’s impossible to lose weight because your metabolism will slow down.

Fuck them.

Just eat more veggies and do it anyway.

We all get to fight for what we want.

Even if we have to get stinky with the dog shit to do it.

And guess what. Everyone does. Except for people who never try.

Don’t be that person (talking to myself here).

Now I’m going to go clean my fucking house.

Ke$ha is clearly going to go have some angry hate sex. Or at least she was before her issues with her producer.