I’m ashamed to admit that when I saw the latest photo of thin Adele, my first thought was &ldq
I’m ashamed to admit that when I saw the latest photo of thin Adele, my first thought was “I miss fat Adele.” I felt betrayed. I’d given this woman my love years ago, the first time I ever saw the chasing pavements video on VH1. There was a little promo video about Adele that preceded the music video and I fell head over heels for this shamelessly fat English girl. I saw myself in her, in every part of her. I’ve memorized her songs, sung them for auditions and for lovers, and I thought we would be fat together forever. But when the dust settled, I thought, “Bitch. Why do you think a stranger needs to live for you?” “Why are you living your life through a celebrity?” Then I felt what (perhaps) should’ve come first- shame. At myself. Shame at myself for not being enough for myself and expecting someone else to be me for me. I’m not beyond or above this feeling, this is where I am right now. And if this makes no sense to you, that’s ok, too. Shame isn’t the final destination. Nothing ever is. #yoga I will always love you, @adele. No matter what size. You helped me find the confidence to love myself. Speaking of being fat, my latest @selfmag column is live and it’s called “Do I Need To Lose Wright To Start Practicing Yoga?” TLDR: Hell naw, yoga is for everybody. Click the link in my bio to check it out Throwback to cleaning out litter boxes and lounging on the couch in my @thirdlove bra & @savagexfenty undies. Photos by @justincookphoto w/ creative direction by @lisa_lisa_creative (at Durham County, North Carolina) https://www.instagram.com/p/B_20pJpHY8b/?igshid=1avolspqceu1r -- source link
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