It's not the end of the world

Though to listen to the voices in my head, you might think it were.

So I enjoyed myself over the holidays and the scale is reading a few pounds or so higher than I'd like. Really, just a few. Single digit. So what.

So what.

So.

What.

I haven't been one to make resolutions the last few years, but, dammit, I need to get over this body image issue. Or through it. Or something.

I'm fit. I'm strong. This shouldn't matter. Why does it so?