When I lose this weight, I don’t expect to have a boyfriend who will love me forever. I don’t expect a better job or lots of money. I don’t expect for all the guys that rejected me to come crawling back or for the mean girls who called me fat to apologize. You know what I expect? Confidence within myself so all the above will not mean crap to me. I expect to walk with my head up high and happy.
"Why put someone first who always puts you second?"