Are you fat if you have a bulge on your stomach?

How about if your arms sag?

Maybe if you have “thunder thighs”?

Who defines “fat”? Who is it that tells our family and our friends that they aren’t skinny enough? That if they have extra weight then they aren’t good enough for anyone?

Fat

adjective, fat⋅ter, fat⋅test, noun, verb, fat⋅ted, fat⋅ting.

–adjective

1. Having too much flabby tissue; corpulent; obese: a fat person.
2. Plump; well-fed: a good, fat chicken.
3. Consisting of or containing fat; greasy; oily: fat gravy; fat meat
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Having too much flabby tissue… how much is too much? Just a little bit? Or when your arms have to curve around you?

Well, last time I weighed myself I was 108 lbs. I think that’s a decent amount, don’t you? I can’t possibly be fat, right?

That’s not what the media is telling me.

Yes, that is right,

I DO think that I am fat. I think that I am overweight, antisexy and I should repel the male gender when I am in a bathing suit, or even just a tank top. Because I have a bulge. My stomach isn’t flat, in actually sticks out and, better yet, I have love handles (Who decided to call them love handles, I can’t think of a reason to love them). I don’t think that there is anything sexy about that at all. In fact, I would love to get rid of it, but it is in my genes. My mother has it, my grandma has it, and my great grandmother had it. My mother goes to the gym everyday. And she still has a bulge.

So, maybe I agree with the media. Maybe just a little but of fat is unattractive? Maybe we should all get surgery; because there are some people like me who no matter what they do they can’t loose the weight. Because there are a million girls who, according to the media, aren’t sexy and shouldn’t even interact with the male gender, because, come on, what man in his right mind would want to date a fat chick? Good luck to the fat girls like me who won’t get a guy, ever.

….

Well. That was a load of bullshit. I have a boyfriend. In fact, we’ve been dating for more then a year and we’ve been friends before that.  He isn’t perfect; I’m not going to tell you he is,

But he thinks I’m beautiful.

 Each and every day he tells me that, because he is fighting the media and everyone else who says a little bit of meat isn’t sexy.

He proved to me that people will find you sexy, even if you don’t have a perfect body.

A few years before I started dating him, I was almost anorexic. I stopped eating, pretty much everything except for a granola bar around my friends. They never really figured it out.  But, after a month, I got really sick. It wasn’t worth it. So, I started eating healthy, - a lot more to the story, but this is just a summed up version- watching my weight and counting calories.

Was it worth it? No.

I found someone who loves me for me. Who thinks that I am perfect the way I am.

So, to all of you girls out there who think that you are over weight, antisexy, and have a few extra pounds on you…

You are sexy. You are amazing. You are gorgeous. You are beautiful. You are attractive. You are lovely.

No one defines fat.

What you feel is what you are
And what you are is beautiful.

slide- goo goo dolls.

This is my life.

I will not use full names, only initials.

Let me start back in the summer....

DC and I were best friends. We were inseparable. We loved each other. But we also loved DS; she was like our second best friend. We were the three musketeers.

Yea, lame, but we had been that way for years.

Okay, so anyways, the summer started and DC and I were hanging out, being BFs, and were at the mall.

We called DS hoping that she'd come too, but, she said she couldn't. After a while of us bugging her, she finally gave in and told us the reason.

Not that she couldn't come. No, it was that she didn't want to.

Some BF, right? She had been ditching us for alone-time or whatever for months, so DC and I decided that we had had enough, and that we would talk to her about it.

So, the talk that day turned into a HUGE fight.

It lasted most of the summer, then at the end, we talked again, and we were almost okay, we talked overnight on the phone, talking about the problem and how'd we fix it and blah.

While I was doing that, DC's mom made DC call DS and apologize. Straight out "I'm sorry, I was wrong" bullshit.

So, DS's mom was mad at ME because I didn't cave right away.

Now, at the time I didn't care, because DC hadn't meant to screw me over, right? Yea.

Oh, and a little background info about DSs mom: she said it was inappropriate for me to be dating someone for over a year. While my parents don't care, DSs mom does.

Yeah... so, now I can't ever hang out with DS because her mom (and prob. dad too) hate me because we were talking about the problem, and I didn't come straight out and apologize.

And because at the time I and DC were best friends more then what we had with DS, DC stuck with me.

*Will finish this story another day...