The other day my girlfriends and l were talking about losing weight as our New Year resolution. Bear in mind that both of them are very skinny compared to me. I asked one of them why she is always paranoid about how she looks, what she wears and why she never takes pictures and she said its because she is ‘fat’. So I asked her if you call yourself fat, what am l supposed to call myself? A whale? She answered back “oh no Gloria l really admire your self-confidence, l don’t know how you do it.” Immediately l had a flashback, two years ago when l was seventeen years old l looked down on myself just because everywhere l went, l felt worthless because ‘skinny’ was the in thing. Everyday l would find myself huddled in the corner of the bathroom trying to throw up after a meal, I had heard all the horror stories of what throwing up can do to you and although l was scared l tried it a couple of times. Whenever l would succeed l would sit there and look at my reflection. It felt like it was staring back at me, judging me. Looking at me with contempt. “I won’t do this again,” I promised myself. I told myself l would lose all this weight the proper way so l started working out. I ran a couple extra miles and gave myself strict limits about what I can eat. Then someone would invite me to eat out or l would eat chips when hungry in school then l would go back to the same process of self-pity, this happened almost every day. I eventually got tired of this life and decided my first step to losing weight is to love myself. Love yourself so much that whatever someone says about you disintegrate before it reaches your ears. I haven’t lost weight yet but l do feel more than confident about how l look, l love myself, l learned to live by loving myself because l count more than anyone else or anybody’s opinion coz I’m living my life. I am the captain of this ship, without a first mate and l really like who l am, l really dig me and if l don’t like me there’s no reason to live life. I am not saying it is wrong for you to change how you look or for you to prefer being ‘skinny’ it is your own choice, either way love yourself for who you are but this is dedicated for the thick chicks. The one hundred and fifty plus girls, for the ones that have accepted their bellies and embrace them, for the average woman because she wears a size twelve or fourteen and not six or eight, for the men who respect the ***** and the thickness, for those who put on those size twelve and step out feeling fly, this is for feeling fly and loving life, for feeling fly and loving life but still allowing yourself to have some French fries. This is for the one hundred and fifty plus females. The 36, 29, 43, the one hundred and seventy eight pounds at 5’3.
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 7:31 PM UTC
The other day my girlfriends and l were talking about losing weight as our New Year resolution. Bear in mind that both of them are very skinny compared to me. I asked one of them why she is always paranoid about how she looks, what she wears and why she never takes pictures and she said its because she is ‘fat’. So I asked her if you call yourself fat, what am l supposed to call myself? A whale? She answered back “oh no Gloria l really admire your self-confidence, l don’t know how you do it.” Immediately l had a flashback, two years ago when l was seventeen years old l looked down on myself just because everywhere l went, l felt worthless because ‘skinny’ was the in thing. Everyday l would find myself huddled in the corner of the bathroom trying to throw up after a meal, I had heard all the horror stories of what throwing up can do to you and although l was scared l tried it a couple of times. Whenever l would succeed l would sit there and look at my reflection. It felt like it was staring back at me, judging me. Looking at me with contempt. “I won’t do this again,” I promised myself. I told myself l would lose all this weight the proper way so l started working out. I ran a couple extra miles and gave myself strict limits about what I can eat. Then someone would invite me to eat out or l would eat chips when hungry in school then l would go back to the same process of self-pity, this happened almost every day. I eventually got tired of this life and decided my first step to losing weight is to love myself. Love yourself so much that whatever someone says about you disintegrate before it reaches your ears. I haven’t lost weight yet but l do feel more than confident about how l look, l love myself, l learned to live by loving myself because l count more than anyone else or anybody’s opinion coz I’m living my life. I am the captain of this ship, without a first mate and l really like who l am, l really dig me and if l don’t like me there’s no reason to live life. I am not saying it is wrong for you to change how you look or for you to prefer being ‘skinny’ it is your own choice, either way love yourself for who you are but this is dedicated for the thick chicks. The one hundred and fifty plus girls, for the ones that have accepted their bellies and embrace them, for the average woman because she wears a size twelve or fourteen and not six or eight, for the men who respect the ***** and the thickness, for those who put on those size twelve and step out feeling fly, this is for feeling fly and loving life, for feeling fly and loving life but still allowing yourself to have some French fries. This is for the one hundred and fifty plus females. The 36, 29, 43, the one hundred and seventy eight pounds at 5’3.