I keep wondering where my energy keeps going and I honestly think it's being absorbed by my constant need to snivel and bitch.

Everything I've got in these last few years has been one hundred percent me. All my own effort, no cheater drugs or prescriptions, no muscle enhancing or fat shredding pills. The only thing I've done is take a few hunger suppressants in the past. That's it.

My body has tried it's hardest to put me down. It kept me weak and under ninety pounds for most of my teenage life before doing a complete turn and adding over sixty pounds (Most of which stuck to my stomach and chest I might add), all the while keeping my arms and the rest of me thin and weak. I was a total wimp, fleshy and defenseless.

The fact I've elevated myself to where I am today is a complete and utter accomplishment, I'm unrecognizable from even three years ago. I've shredded most of my body fat and added so much definition and muscle tone to my chest and shoulders that I'm asked frequently what sports I play to stay in shape. I don't, I workout on my own time to keep myself looking the way I want to look.

Why do I even acknowledge criticism or even let myself think it? What I'm doing and and have done deserves recognition and I need to realize that, not allowing any form of negative energy to reach my impressionable brain. I need to praise myself more, I am proud of what I've done. And I do look damn good.

Who gives a fuck about how I look anyways asides me, I care the most.

So go on, give me what you've got. I'm not afraid.