March 5th is my maniversary.
What a wonderful year it has been.
So I have never really taken very great care of my body because I never really gave a shit. I think I’m actually pretty lucky that I’m not morbidly obese because I was so active in sports and exercise growing up.
I just never really cared. I always thought, man it would be pretty cool to be ripped and toned and all that great stuff, but I never had the drive or motivation.
Everyone would say, just do it!! Don’t get me wrong, I “try” to watch what I eat and I do love working out, but I never really saw the point because no matter what I did, I would always have fat sacs sitting on my chest. I never saw the point in working my ass off, when the one thing I wanted to change would never disappear.
Now, with surgery in just over a month, I’m finally realizing that once it is all said and done, I will finally see what I want to see and feel what I want to feel. Once they are removed, I will be able to see past the chest, and become acquainted with the rest of me!
Once I no longer have breasts, all I will have to worry about is my very own replica of ‘Rush Limbaugh’s soft, shitty body’ and I am PERFECTLY content with that because I can drop fat, gain muscle, and look sexy as hell, because there won’t be anything looking me in the face every day telling me that there is no point. There will be a point now.
This is the spectacular family I am always raving about. As you can see, they are pretty amazing.