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Growing up FAT is:
Wishing you could somehow skip over #Thanksgiving so you won’t have to deal with fAmILy singling you out by LITERALLY STARING AT YOU & YOUR HAND ALL NIGHT amongst a crowd of people literally on their 10th plates.
A THREAD.
Wishing you could somehow skip over #Thanksgiving so you won’t have to deal with fAmILy singling you out by LITERALLY STARING AT YOU & YOUR HAND ALL NIGHT amongst a crowd of people literally on their 10th plates.
A THREAD.
Growing up FAT is:
Rehearsing in your head FOR THE MILLIONTH TIME since you were a child the grand comeback you intend on hitting your aunt w/ IF SHE DARE mention a thing about your weight- THEN holding back bc your parents image is worth more than your literal peace & comfort.
Rehearsing in your head FOR THE MILLIONTH TIME since you were a child the grand comeback you intend on hitting your aunt w/ IF SHE DARE mention a thing about your weight- THEN holding back bc your parents image is worth more than your literal peace & comfort.
Growing up FAT is:
Being afraid to eat in public spaces because your family has traumatized TF out of you your entire life.
Being afraid to eat in public spaces because your family has traumatized TF out of you your entire life.
Growing up FAT is:
Dealing with verbal, mental and sometimes even physical abuse from fatphobic parents who are also fat -YET take their anger out on you because you’re a reminder of....
...Exactly that. THEIR own fatness.
Dealing with verbal, mental and sometimes even physical abuse from fatphobic parents who are also fat -YET take their anger out on you because you’re a reminder of....
...Exactly that. THEIR own fatness.
Growing up FAT is:
Finally getting “intimate” with your first BF yet... he’s...NEVER even seen you eat a meal in front of him...
Finally getting “intimate” with your first BF yet... he’s...NEVER even seen you eat a meal in front of him...
Growing up FAT is:
Not applying to that job/role/audition because you’re just SUREEEEEE you’re fatness is a deal breaker.
Not applying to that job/role/audition because you’re just SUREEEEEE you’re fatness is a deal breaker.
Growing up FAT is:
Being exceptional at using your silence as a way to “disappear” in a room because you’re SUREEEE that your body alone is taking up WAY too much space.
*I’m fat, so imma just shut up.*
Being exceptional at using your silence as a way to “disappear” in a room because you’re SUREEEE that your body alone is taking up WAY too much space.
*I’m fat, so imma just shut up.*
Growing Up FAT is:
Literally thinking you don’t deserve the best of anything in life because you’re not “slim”. It’s literally believing that you’re a walking flaw unless you’re a size 2. It’s living like a walking apology.
Literally thinking you don’t deserve the best of anything in life because you’re not “slim”. It’s literally believing that you’re a walking flaw unless you’re a size 2. It’s living like a walking apology.
Growing up FAT is:
Constantly apologizing to nobodies for exsisting.
Constantly apologizing to nobodies for exsisting.
Fortunately, there’s ways out of that type of life. Starting with self love. The minute you convince yourself of the FACT THAT no one else matters... so much of your worth and beauty will be clearer to you. BELIEVE ME. Because now, besides MANY things...
An “Aunty” COULD NEVA.
An “Aunty” COULD NEVA.
I want you to turn to your neighbour and tell her,
“You don’t matter.”
“You don’t matter.”
And I also encourage you guys to CALL THE MTHFKRS OUT. From young to old. Family to friend. If they are constantly making you feel uncomfortable, OPEN YOUR MOUTH and tell them you’re not here for it. A lot of us are afraid to defend ourselves bc we feel “WRONG”. We’re NOT.
