When I was younger I was told I needed to lose weight. I was told that if I lost weight I’d be beautiful, a beauty queen is what many said. Miss America even. I was told if I lost weight I’d find a gorgeous amazing boyfriend, I’d be happy, have a wonderful life. I was told I’d get so much more attention from men, from people in general. I was told I’d die by the age of 30 if I didn’t lose weight, I was told I could die any time soon. All because I’m FAT. I was lied to. “but what if I lose weight and I’m not happy with it?” I’d ask, “You will be” they’d say. Here I am proving them wrong, proving so many wrong. I’m not dead, I’m not dying, I’m very much alive. I’m happy no matter how fat my ass is, I love myself, my life, my friends, my family and my fat girl loving boyfriend. It’s not love, beauty nor life that discriminates.. it’s us. We discriminate against ourselves, against each other and against reality. We’re all human beings, some prettier, some more successful but a heart is a heart, a body is a body and a person is a person. In a way I love you all but most of all I LOVE MYSELF.
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