The worse part wasn’t separating. It was knowing that we just let all the effort and memories go.
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hey canadians have fun at school tomorrow
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Throw back, gorgeous British boy. Who doesn’t melt for those accents?
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2 years ago, I weighed 162 pounds. Today I weigh 126.
I didn’t lose the weight by hating myself down to a size 4. Not through dieting, not through crazy amounts of exercise, not through calorie counting, or purging.
I lost 35 pounds by learning to love and take care of my body. I realized that part of loving myself is giving my body what it needs. I changed my diet to include mostly plants, I cut out soda and fought hard against my addiction to sugary/fatty foods. I began to see food as fuel and to use it as such. I also made sure my body was in motion for at least 1 hour everyday, and these days I am even working on becoming physically stronger. I knew that my old eating/exercise habits would not suit me as I began to age. I knew that I wasn’t treating my body well.
When I truly began to love it, it took a new shape. I loved my old shape. I love my new shape. I love it all because I love me! x)
you go, gurlfrnd
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