So, 3 Years ago, someone called me fat, I did not think much of it, so I let it go. A few weeks after that, someone else called me fat, and I thought, "It’s just a comment"
A little while after that, someone else said I was fat. So I looked in the mirror, I didn’t see fat, I just saw me After a while, I was hanging out with my friends, and I felt curious so I looked around the table, just to see if they were right, I still did not see it, so I let it go
A little while later, someone else told me I stood out among my friends because I looked so heavy, so I asked a friend, and they did not see it either.
This one morning, as I got dressed, I took a second to look at my jeans and compare them to my sisters. There was such a difference between the two, but I still let it go because it didn't matter, or so I thought.
See, I wasn't a size 0, not even a size 6, I was my own size, my own body, but there’s only so much self-confidence can do.
Made me wonder, what exactly is the accepted weight: not the medical healthy BMI acceptable; ow about societal acceptance?
A little while later, more and more people told me I was big and I needed to lose weight to fit in, some said I needed the weight loss to look and I quote "Hot". I wanted to let it go, but the more I heard it, the more it worried me.
I kept asking myself if I was really what they said. My self-confidence dropped digits; My self-esteem plummeted alongside it and I withdrew myself. I kept to myself, I hid, I wore oversized clothes so I could feel smaller than my actual size.
Then I read this article, talking about what it's like to be big, thick, curvy, vivacious…whichever word you want to say just to make yourself better.
Let's be honest, there is no such thing is the perfect weight, or body size. As long as the doctor tells you that your life isn’t at risk.