If I feel beautiful then why should it matter.
My mom was going to buy me overalls for our Lenten service day tomorrow. And she couldn’t find any cheap ones, so she decided to buy me jeans. and of course being a bigger girl it’s hard to find CHEAP clothes that will fit you like my mom wants to buy. It isn’t like they don’t make clothes for my size, it’s just harder to find them at the goddamn cost she wants them.
So I come home and she’s bought some jeans that don’t fit. they’re a junior’s 15, which she bought at plato’s closet. I told my mom I am a 16, that is a woman’s size, and that’s what I wear. I told her that if she gets me a junior’s size I need a 17.
So I come home and try on the jeans that don’t fit and she gives me this whole routine about how fat I am.
And I tell her I don’t care.
She says it matter because I can’t find clothes. That’s not just something that you can deal with. If I was a 0 it would be hard to find clothes for me, but she wouldn’t tell me to gain weight. Just because she’s a petite 0 doesn’t mean I have to be.
I feel beautiful, I think I’m sexy and pretty and a wonderful person.
If I feel like I’m beautiful, and I don’t care what I weigh, then why the hell should it matter?!
I’m gorgeous, and I love every fat fucking inch of my body. I tell people all the time that I want to join a nudist colony because I am so gorgeous. and I love myself just the way I am.
I love food. I love myself.