tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135298891768881137.post8403994573393270650..comments2010-05-03T18:16:16.490-07:00Comments on SkinnyQuinny: NegativityThe Hay Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07518492835188359858noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135298891768881137.post-52755854808113660132010-03-01T14:10:35.320-08:002010-03-01T14:10:35.320-08:00Nathalie isn't alone. Every day before school ...Nathalie isn't alone. Every day before school I would go to my mom and ask her "does this outfit make me look fat?" This was when I was in a B cup and around 145 lbs. Sometimes she said yes, sometimes no. I thought I was huge back then, and I could kill for that now. I wish I had just lived my life, accepted myself, and been okay with who I was. Then as my boobs grew, so did my insecurities. I relied on everyone ELSE to tell me I looked okay. I must have sounded SO needy. I hope I can break that pattern now. We are all beautiful women, and we need to tell OURSELVES that more than anything. :)Sarah V.https://www.blogger.com/profile/04443795288127727095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135298891768881137.post-25774938889522946252010-03-01T11:57:49.003-08:002010-03-01T11:57:49.003-08:00People are horrible. When you knew me (when I was ...People are horrible. When you knew me (when I was living in MO) my parents told me almost every day I was fat. Do you know, I looked at my medical records and found something from around that time. I weighed 127 lbs. And I was already this height and build. I wish now I wouldn't have listened, because if they would have left me alone, I probably wouldn't have such issues now. It's really sad. We women really do need to stop listening to others, no matter how close they are.Nathaliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16348845201586067026noreply@blogger.com