I hate it when other women look at my body, sweat it and think that I'm lucky. I hate it when think i have it easy or something. Like I'm born like this. Luck is a state of mind and nothing worth anything is easy.
This carved stomach, tiny waist, sculpted arms and sculpted legs ain't luck, bitch. It work. Pure, hard work. It's sweat. It's tears. It's pain. Good pain. Pain that makes you cry and laugh at the same time. Pain that takes over your mind, body and soul. It's pain that's worth going through.
A body like this isn't perfect and it doesn't come without a fight.
If you like it, if you want it then work for it. Get ready to fight. Warrior mode. No excuses, those are for lazy people.
ASB,
xoxxo
OMG! I totally agree! I HATE it when people call me lucky for getting good grades, going to a top university, writing for Seventeen or anything else. It's so annoying. It wasn't luck. It was ambition, determination, lots of sleepless nights and sacrifices.
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