motiveweight
motiveweight:

blonde—ambition
In Honor of losing - officially - 50 POUNDS, i figured i’d do another submission!!
In under two years, i’ve beaten bulimia, learned how to take care of myself, and turned myself into a happy, self sufficient 20 year old.
I started my journey with mild cardio and counting calories, moved to boxing and eating to nourish, to now dancing through a studio, doing intense cardio daily, and eliminating meat / “bad carbs”. 
SW 208 - CW 158 - GW 125
FOLLOW ME! The best path through success is through community, i love making new friends.

motiveweight:

blonde—ambition

In Honor of losing - officially - 50 POUNDS, i figured i’d do another submission!!

In under two years, i’ve beaten bulimia, learned how to take care of myself, and turned myself into a happy, self sufficient 20 year old.

I started my journey with mild cardio and counting calories, moved to boxing and eating to nourish, to now dancing through a studio, doing intense cardio daily, and eliminating meat / “bad carbs”. 

SW 208 - CW 158 - GW 125

FOLLOW ME! The best path through success is through community, i love making new friends.

urohsolovely
standahrd:

divihne:

frahnkei:

sunknowingly:

floweiry:

icelola:

euoria:

eauyouth:

temporrary:

smohkist:

groovyouth:

hopelesswond3r:

Oh gosh kiss me

wHO KEEPS FUKCING REBLOGGING YOUNG LEO ONTO MY DASH HUINSJDKA THIS IS NOT OK 

Ahhh! OMG! I just can’t xx

jesus christcrying

This isn’t okay

i canNOT FML RN why. why. why.

I can’t even omg someone I’m dying

kiss me

Bless.

ommgmmgmgmgmgmgmmg so HAWT

😍😍😍😍


bae

standahrd:

divihne:

frahnkei:

sunknowingly:

floweiry:

icelola:

euoria:

eauyouth:

temporrary:

smohkist:

groovyouth:

hopelesswond3r:

Oh gosh kiss me

wHO KEEPS FUKCING REBLOGGING YOUNG LEO ONTO MY DASH HUINSJDKA THIS IS NOT OK 

Ahhh! OMG! I just can’t xx

jesus christ
crying

This isn’t okay

i canNOT FML RN why. why. why.

I can’t even omg someone I’m dying

kiss me

Bless.

ommgmmgmgmgmgmgmmg so HAWT

😍😍😍😍

bae

motiveweight
motiveweight:

am-ithereyet

jan 2013 vs jan 2014 vs today, july 2014 (5’3 and a HALF bc God wont grant me half an inch by my 18th birthday) 
170 vs 150 vs 130ish lbs ^.^
im having an off night/weekend (no workout + unhealthy eating) and i just need a reminder on how far i am. (it’s 1am, monday morning and im freaking out because not only did i eat a LOT last weekend but that ive a lot of homework due and my midterms are coming up so i need a happy distraction)
i cannot stress this enough when i say move your ass and start making changes, because that’s the only effective tip i can give you (that and it takes change to make change, or something of the same words)
i molded myself and slowly watched as i transformed from an extra large to a large to a medium and the occasional small size. from having to visit the plus size sections to just getting whatever i want without the shameful feeling of having to put it back because it’s too small. from doctors telling me to lose weight to the healthiest normal test results ive had thus far.
YES, my confidence falls now and then, but i try to get back up and keep moving forward, because no one tells you what to do or how to act but you. im not trying to be this peppy chick who thinks that just bc she lost some weight she’s the next jillian micheals (she is the only trainer i know sorry if i spelt her name wrong yikes). this is what i put through everyday. ive listened to friends telling me to stop losing weight, that they like me better fatter. ive listened to myself bitch about my thighs and arms, crying myself to sleep because i believed i could never be the girl i can be. it makes me confused, but i learn to pick myself up and run it off, to put all those statements to the dust until all i can hear would be my feet meeting the road (or the treadmill, depending on the weather), or the music blasting in my ear. be who you are and not who they want you to be. if youre happy with your weight, your looks, the fact that you were makeup or the fact that you like to cram instead of study earlier, then whatever! whatever floats your boat, so long as it makes you happy and peachy. the world needs people who care less, and not those who care less about people’s feelings, but those who care less about what others think of them
now before i make this into those inspirational speeches, i should probably just go sleep my problems away and hope my homework was magically done (DONT WORRY, its due on tuesday)
i love to talk but im too shy to initiate it, so if you’ve got any questions or wanna say yellow wazzap pizzap please go for it! 

motiveweight:

am-ithereyet



jan 2013 vs jan 2014 vs today, july 2014 (5’3 and a HALF bc God wont grant me half an inch by my 18th birthday) 

170 vs 150 vs 130ish lbs ^.^

im having an off night/weekend (no workout + unhealthy eating) and i just need a reminder on how far i am. (it’s 1am, monday morning and im freaking out because not only did i eat a LOT last weekend but that ive a lot of homework due and my midterms are coming up so i need a happy distraction)

i cannot stress this enough when i say move your ass and start making changes, because that’s the only effective tip i can give you (that and it takes change to make change, or something of the same words)

i molded myself and slowly watched as i transformed from an extra large to a large to a medium and the occasional small size. from having to visit the plus size sections to just getting whatever i want without the shameful feeling of having to put it back because it’s too small. from doctors telling me to lose weight to the healthiest normal test results ive had thus far.

YES, my confidence falls now and then, but i try to get back up and keep moving forward, because no one tells you what to do or how to act but you. im not trying to be this peppy chick who thinks that just bc she lost some weight she’s the next jillian micheals (she is the only trainer i know sorry if i spelt her name wrong yikes). this is what i put through everyday. ive listened to friends telling me to stop losing weight, that they like me better fatter. ive listened to myself bitch about my thighs and arms, crying myself to sleep because i believed i could never be the girl i can be. it makes me confused, but i learn to pick myself up and run it off, to put all those statements to the dust until all i can hear would be my feet meeting the road (or the treadmill, depending on the weather), or the music blasting in my ear. be who you are and not who they want you to be. if youre happy with your weight, your looks, the fact that you were makeup or the fact that you like to cram instead of study earlier, then whatever! whatever floats your boat, so long as it makes you happy and peachy. the world needs people who care less, and not those who care less about people’s feelings, but those who care less about what others think of them

now before i make this into those inspirational speeches, i should probably just go sleep my problems away and hope my homework was magically done (DONT WORRY, its due on tuesday)

i love to talk but im too shy to initiate it, so if you’ve got any questions or wanna say yellow wazzap pizzap please go for it!