let me be real for a sec

quite honestly, I have no possible explanation as to why I enjoy the things I do. no amount of self-evaluation or psychological thinking could ever enlighten me.
sometimes I tend to get trapped in a cycle of self-doubt and negativity; I think I’m a freak, that I’m fucked in the head because of my uncontrollable fixation on weight gain—I’m not supposed to like this, this isn’t supposed to be “desirable”


and sometimes the best way to deal with it is to just own up to it

so ye, I’m owning up to it. for now anyways. will prolly end up overwhelmed with negative thoughts again later on, it’s inevitable. but for now imma just stuff my gut and show my stuff because that’s what makes me happy

*end rant*