Rantings of a fat Woman

Will, I will ever be enough? A daily question I ask myself, sounds insane, doesn't it? There Will be days where I am confident but fear finds a way to weigh me down, someone with new creative ways to remind me that I will never be "beautiful," someone to remind me that if I need to be wanted I need to lose weight first and fast.

Behind the rolls and thighs with cellulite is a woman with a heart, a woman who has not asked for a man's opinion on what she needs to do to earn love, a woman who has broken away from the shackles of society's portrayal of fat women, a woman starving herself and working out in her room because she is too afraid of odd stares and rude comments from jogging,  a woman who feels better when she has to throw up after eating, a woman who has to remind people that "fat" is not a title that comes before her name.

She is simply a woman! A woman who deserves to be respected irrespective of her body size. I can't practice self-love without constantly being reminded that I am fat or my favourite word "grotesque." I am a prisoner in my mind and body because I believe each and everyone who says I am not enough.

I am constantly falling off track... No longer allowed the luxury to feel...