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Fat, my Definition

Fat is not a number on the scale which by subtracting another number will make you incredibly gorgeous and free from any emotional baggage at the same time. Fat is not the size of the clothes you wear.

Fat is an attitude, your attitude. Fat is what you tell yourself every single day, all the nasty things you'd never utter out loud. Fat is how you treat yourself.

Fat is the underwear required which makes it harder for you to breath but you feel necessary to make you feel just ok enough to go out in.

Fat is the constant obsession about whether or not this particular black cardigan is flattering or not because you hate your arms that much. Fat is looking in the mirror and although you may (on that particular day, week, month, year) be the weight you always dreamed to be and still seeing and feeling enormous.

I do not want to spend the rest of my life feeling like this.

Comments

Anonymous said…
I think you are beautiful the way you are.

But I always have. :)
11:42 am
Moody said…
I like your definition of fat, definitely something to think about.
And I don't want to spend the rest of my life feeling fat either! :)
10:16 pm
Anonymous said…
I love your first two paragraphs especially...and I love you for sharing this and speaking out about your feelings. If you could go and talk at schools you'd help a lot of young girls feel better about their body image.
Good for you. I'll be back for more.
Bella :)
12:19 pm
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