Something that was clearly ingrained in my mind during my time being bullied at highschool is that I was fat, and that because of this there were things that I couldn't do. The other kids told me that I would never be beautiful because I was fat. I was told that I would never be successful, or popular because I was fat. There were other children who told me that no one would ever love me, and that I would never be any good because I was fat. But on top of all those other things, people give you so many rules for being fat. You can't wear shorts, because you're fat. You can't wear singlets, or short skirts, or strapless tops, or crop tops, or anything too tight because you're fat. You can't enjoy running, or dancing, or swimming, or life because you're fat. Maybe you shouldn't eat that, you're already fat. A gorgeous guy (or girl) will never fall in love with you, you're fat.
Years went by, and no matter how much weight I lost or gained, I still remembered the rules for fat girls. When you get told cruel things for so long, they stick with you. You start to think irrationally about them. You think, "oh, my thighs look a bit fat today, so I won't wear the skirt or people might jump out of the bushes to tell me that fat girls can't do that, and cart me off to fat girl jail." But you know what? Bullshit rules are nothing but bullshit.
Fat girls can, and do, do all of these things. Fat girls can be beautiful, and successful, and popular, and fat girls can be loved by all sorts of gorgeous people. Fat girls can, and do wear shorts, and singlets, and skirt, and strapless tops, and crop tops, and the tightest, most figure-hugging things available. Fat girls can eat, and drink, and run, and dance, and have crazy sex, and fall in love with how amazing their lives are. Fat girls can do anything that anyone else can do, and you know why? Because no one, not a single damn person in the world, can dictate what you do except you.
Whatever I do, where ever I go, no matter how much I weigh, in the mirror I still see that little girl who was constantly being told that she was fat. The only difference is, now she doesn't care. She knows that fat, or skinny, or short, or tall, or muscular, or anything else, she can do whatever the fuck she wants.
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