when you get tired of day-in and day-out calorie counting and FitnessPal entrying and exercise class visiting all to be followed by self-loathing in the shower while you tally up any flaws your physicality is responsible for (getting deep today, you guys), a nice thing to do is make brownies with freshly picked blueberries and pour yourself a glass (or 3) of (forbidden) wine.

because at the end of the day, girl-loathing is a well-established inevitability but sometimes, fuck it.