There are times, mainly when I’m lacing up my running shoes and putting on my workout clothes, when I really just want to bitch-slap seventeen-year-old me for EVER thinking “I WAS SOOO FAT” when I weighed all of 105 pounds and my mother routinely bought me clothes in sizes ranging from 0-2. If I only knew how many pounds six years down the road would bring…
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I'm Anna. 23, living in Raleigh. I love anything involving my family, my boyfriend, and my dog. I love great books, great music, and bare feet. I have a love/hate relationship with chocolate, money, and my bathroom scale. I look forward to traveling the world. I am ravenous for knowledge, information, and words. I was a dedicated English major in college, so reading is my sustenance, and writing is a fickle and sometimes complicated outlet for me, but here on this little blog, I try to wrap my thoughts into something tangible.Following
