I AM A FAT WOMAN. Now, let me explain if the visual of me hasnt already. Earlier today, somebody on my newsfeed shared a picture that was showing the difference between curvy and fat. Along with it, he/she directed the retards (gagging at that word) who dont know the difference and directed them to calm down on the Big Macs. Now, normally, Im not about calling people out indirectly on Facebook, but all of this made me infuriated. Allow me to give you a definition: FAT: (of a person or animal) having a large amount of excess flesh. Obviously, if youve ever seen me, I have an excess amount of flesh or fat that I carry with me. Is it hard to deal with? Absolutely. Am I absolutely beaming with joy that I have some extra luscious to carry around with me? Most days, no. I can tell you, though, that although there are days when I want to be smaller (who doesnt), I am who I am. If that consists of me being fat, then dang it...I AM FAT. I am not ashamed of who I am, and sometimes it takes a person of ignorance posting about fat people to realize that. If I see myself as fat, then I am. If I see myself as curvy, then I am. If I see myself as skinny, then I am. If I see myself as a majestic mermaid flying through the night, then I am. Why? Because I have the ability to control who I see in the mirror. My perception of beauty lies in MY eyes. If that person is a fat woman, with a slightly shaved head, but a mind to know that she can see down deeper than the outside in herself and anyone, then that is who I am proud to be. I am proud to be this fat girl.
Posted on: Tue, 14 Oct 2014 02:04:16 +0000
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