There is something about New York that makes the average woman feel desperately inadequate. I am someone who is definitely overweight, and at this point in my life, I am determined to do something about it. I don’t currently have the budget to join a gym, hire a personal trainer, or buy myself the finest proteins in order to completely cut out carbs, but I am 100% behind my decision to make a change.
Perhaps my need to write this post is also down to the fact that the nationwide broadcast of Miss America (Miss New York totally won!) has obliterated my self esteem and made me realize what I am up against in this world. Is it a true basis for comparison? Absolutely not. Has it given me a kick up the proverbial ass to get started on my own image? Definitely.