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Want to know the real reason I love my body? Why I embrace my curves and never worry about my weight?
When I lived in New Jersey, from second grade to sixth grade, I had a babysitter who lived down the street. Blonde, pretty, and rail thin. One day, after she had gone off to college or something else and had long ago stopped babysitting us, my mom pulled me aside and asked if I remembered the nice girl who used to watch me. I said yeah, I had only last seen her a couple months ago. Why?
She had collapsed while shopping with a friend and had been taken to the hospital. They said she was overheated (it was summer at the time), dehydrated, and undernourished when she fainted.
My mom asked me if I knew what anorexia was. I said yes, I’d heard about it in health class. It turns out she had been purposely starving herself for months. It started with her just saying she wanted to be a vegetarian, then a vegan, soon the only thing she ate was fruit with a bottle of water. She was even bulimic for awhile.
I remember when she babysat us. She would watch us eating our Spaghettios with this look of sadness on her face, almost a jealousy darkening her face. She envied my brother and I, with our easy relations with food. We ate what our parents put in front of us, there was never any calorie counting, no carb restrictions or juice fasts. She was jealous of how sweet and delicious food was for us, but it was a bitter struggle for her.
I saw that look on her face and I pitied how weak she looked, and I knew there was nothing I could do for her. Except to never become like her. I will be healthy and happy and proud of how I look, and I encourage all girls to do the same.

Every time a guy kisses me it’s “oh my gawd I’m kissing a creature of the female sex I should stick my tongue down her throat and she’ll be soooo turned on.” But not him. His kisses are lingering and passionate, with no intentions but to make me feel like he honestly does care for me. I’ve never gotten that feeling from another person before.
Christ, even our first kiss was a sodding Nicholas Sparks novel.

And I’m ok with that.