Big. Large. Curvy. Voluptuous. No. I am fat, and that is okay. You use flowery words to dignify my existence in an attempt to not hurt my feelings. You drop these terms like petals fallen from a cherry tree, so delicately, so artfully, so daintily yet they beat upon my heart like a violent downpour.
By avoiding the word "fat" you have accomplished the opposite of your intention. By avoiding the word "fat" you are telling me that how I look is inherently wrong. By avoiding the word "fat" you only confirm that I am something to be massively ashamed of.
I am not ashamed of my body though I do struggle to love myself in a society that tells me I am not worthy by avoiding three little letters, or using them to insult me, but I do not take offense. Big. Large. Curvy. Voluptuous. No. I am fat, and that is okay.
Heavily inspired by the amazing and thought-provoking poetry of Rachel Wiley.