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I  heard a quote recently. As a “fat” person (fat friendly), as I have been my whole life, I was left in utter disgust at people who don’t have the privilege to be fat. Or called “fat.” I feel sorry for the people in this world who aren’t fat. Because, for the most part, fat is lovely.

Anyways, the quote goes:

“Weight and body oppression is oppressive to everyone. When you live in a society that says that one kind of body is bad and and other is good, those with “good” bodies constantly fear that their bodies will go “bad”, and those with “bad” bodies are expected feel shame and do everything they can to have “good” bodies. In the process, we torture our bodies, and do everything from engage in disordered eating to invasive surgery to make ourselves okay. Nobody wins in this kind of struggle.”

Since I was in middle school, I knew my body was different. I knew I was different. I was taller, bolder, wider, and far more hilarious. When the moo’s and the jokes came, I was affected, but nothing else really made me want to eat less. I didn’t eat a LOT. I was just myself.

The moment I looked at my body and realized that it was fat was probably two years ago when I was cheated on by a boyfriend… or so it has never been proven. Or something. I suddenly realized all those times I compared my leg to his or another girl… or that my heart filled with rage whenever he would talk to another girl or something, that… something in ME was wrong. Something in me was bad.

I have never felt like what I had was bad.

The past two years recovering from this “bad” mindset has been weird.

Yet, I have always had confidence.

I’ve always felt great.

People only have power if you let them.

So, I’m not letting them.

F— that.

I want to be myself.

I want to be empowered.

Me, being fat, being a size fucking 14-16, with stretch marks and the jigglies, THIS BODY is a statement.

It’s a political statement.

It’s my big, “F-CK YOU,” to the photoshop world.

It’s my big fat fashion statement.

It’s mine.

It makes me feel like I am here. I am something. I am a force.

Since when has “fat” become a bad word.

I am healthy.

I am me.

And what you say cannot change me.

I can only change me.

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