The \”F\” Word

I’ve been different forms of “plus size” my whole life. So that means I’ve heard every cornball joke and lame ass insult about being fat. Most of those things used to really hurt my feelings. When I turned 16, I started to wonder why being fat was an insult. Why is being called skinny a compliment but being fat is this terrible thing that gives people, especially women, low self-esteem for their whole lives? Why does the size on the inside of your jeans, or the number on a scale weigh so heavily on our lives? Does it really matter? I have news for you, it doesn’t!




Hopefully, I typed that big enough so the person reading this over your shoulder can see it too. Everyone is fat to someone. If fat is the worst thing someone can say about you, pat yourself on the back because that means you don’t suck at this thing we call life. Furthermore, if someone calls you fat to hurt your feelings, they are an asshole and they don’t deserve you in their life. That goes for family, friends, significant others, whoever.

It won’t be an overnight fix. It still hurt my feelings to be called fat until I was 22. Almost four years later, I’m still the \”f\” word, but I’m also happy. I feel genuine happiness about where I am in my life, extra weight and all. Life is too short to worry about what other people think about you. If you think you need to lose a few pounds to be happy and healthy, do it. Otherwise, enjoy your life. “The more you weigh the harder you are to kidnap. Stay safe, eat cake.”



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