SO I came back from Peru with this "I am stoked on life and don't give a shit if you think I look bad in a bathing suit" kind of attitude. It's good. I am normally the posterchild for body dismorphia and not just in a bathing suit but just in general. I would say it is my largest personality flaw. Well, I no longer give a rats ass about what people think of...my clothes, my ass, my scar on my lip, my tattoos, my big feet, my height, etc. It has gone so far that when I ran this morning I ran in a belly exposing short tank top over the ol' sports bra and actually thought "hell yea!" not oh dear god where am I gigglin'. If you know me you know how rediculous this really is and that someone should kick my ass for thinking this. I suggest a month and a half in a developing world country to anyone who needs a redefined perspective on life. It rules that non of that is important to me anymore. Quite a monkey off the perverbial back! I can't even imagine how stoked the boy must be to have gone an entire week and a half and not have to answer this question: "Am I getting fat?" Everyone should do themselves a favor and never ask their loved ones to answer such a question (especially boyfriends...they can't handle that kind of pressure).
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