PSA: I’m Fat And I Get To Love Myself Anyway

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Hopefully you haven’t clicked on this with the high expectations of learning some marshmallow, torso positive, “it gets better” article. I sincerely defend if you did, but my actuality speaks, and it says I’m fat.

I’m 5’5( on a good day ), 189 pounds, and have a BMI of 30.5. Medically speaking, I’m obese. Unfortunately, medication hasn’t taken into account my years of MMA, lacrosse, or rugby. What I’m trying to say is: not all 189 of those pounds are solid. I convey, the majority of them are, but not ALL of them.

Basically, when it is necessary to your BMI, it’s all bullshit. It’s outdated, obsolete, yadda, yadda, yadda. Kind of like our charm standards, right? Probably. These daylights we have tons of fames and favourite Instagram notes coming out with the whole “I’m overweight and happy! ” spiel. Which is totally cool, don’t get me wrong, but what about beings like me? What about the overweight and pissed off?

See, I feel like I have this thing called Fat Kid PTSD. I know, super politically mistaken, but hang on with me, okay? Growing up, I’ve never been really thin. I’ve always had a little bit of chub on me. Even when I was at my lowest heavines, I still felt fat.

That may have a lot to do with the fact that I faced a lot of bullying when I was young. When I look back on it, though, I kind of have to roll my seeings. I was made to feel inferior, weak, and disgusting every day. Being forever humiliated emotionally and physically HAS to do something to your soul as a kid, right? I always wish 28 -year-old me could Back to the Future her channel into those situations and knocked some serious ass for 9-year-old me. Alas, the laws of physics, and probably too the space-time continuum, continue to deny me that pleasure.

Some may ask: If I hated being acquired recreation for my heavines, then why am I still solid now? Why do I still experience eating copious extents of cheese, carbs, and sugaries, then travelling off to enjoy a sleep? You’d think that those things would be my bridge nemeses. You’d also think that I’d be some super fit guru and the president of CrossFit by now or some shit. I wonder about this A Plenty. Do I do it on purpose? Am I lazy? Am I being rebellious to my schoolyard bullies? Do I simply not have drive? Maybe I like being fatty?( I don’t. I can already answer that for you. I don’t .)

I also have this feeling sometimes that I have to be overly nice to people who are overweight and friendly. I used to work at a movie theater selling tickets. Sometimes this girl would come to my space and speak extremely softly. I approximately went this sense that she was mortified to be out in public. I would ever generate her the cheapest ticket–a child’s ticket. One epoch she very quietly asked me why I constantly opened their own children tickets. I was only able to respond with, “Because you’re very polite! ” It was then I has recognized that she probably didn’t dedicate shit about how she ogled. I simply suggested that she felt like some ogre walking around in public because that’s how I feel. I was projecting myself onto her and was giving her how I choose parties would consider me.

I had grown a sense of protection for all of these people.

Why do I care more about protecting and attending for other people, but I can’t do the same for myself? I constantly usurp I’m no good to be friends with or even date because I’m “too fat”, but when I determine a stranger who MAYBE( probably not) feels that way, I overcompensate?

Why do I support myself to look a certain way when I know it gives me such distress? I fully know when I’m overeating. So why don’t I just stop, devour healthful, and used to work more? Maybe it’s because I have had this idea since I was nine that if I were scrawny, all my questions would be solved. If I were thin, I would be happy, fairly, outgoing, have friends, boyfriends etc. That I would start fully living life when I became scrawny. I am the channel I am because I have accused my problems on my force. I have invested most of my young adult life fixated on being thin.

I am the space I am because I don’t know how to be anything else. I don’t have the mentality to want to actually lose weight, astonishingly. Maybe I only accepted the fact that realistically I will never be a size 0. The moment of this isn’t to share some revelation I had that I should adore myself and enjoy my chub. The station is not everyone can lose weight–some people merely don’t want to. You departed from being 300 pounds to 110? Great. Good for you. I’m fattened, and I probably will be for most of my life. Do I intended to be? No. But unhappily, just like you can’t “pray the homosexual away”, you can’t snub the chub.

In fact, “fat” beings aren’t ugly–they’re exactly fucking overweight. I’m not a disgusting monster or a terrifying ogre. I’m just myself. I like to nap. I like to eat chimichangas and suck mocha iced chocolates. But I could also probably put you in an appendage disallow in under a hour. So who’s the real winner here?

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