I hate the days when I feel this way. I hate to feel like I will never accept myself for who I am. You'd think that after a baby and breastfeeding and blah, blah, blah I could just get over it. Accept my body for what it is and love it. Well, fat acceptance people, I just can't. I also can't accept not eating pizza or drinking Sprecher Black Bavarian. There is no happy medium for the non-medium me. Somedays I really like my ass and then my friend brings over a picture she took of me from behind and I'm all WTF. Whoa, that is my ass. Wow. It has a lot of character, like me, like this house.