
There is no denying it, I am larger in size.
But don’t call me fat, or obese, they are such ugly words. And I am not ugly. I am beautiful.
On my dating profile, I describe myself as I truly am: confident, vivacious, happy – a young woman who loves her life.
I am totally comfortable in my own skin and for me, numbers like those that I have to fill out on a medical form from time to time don’t matter, they don’t measure my worth or my happiness, they never have.
There is a common association between being overweight and unhealthy, and it’s frustrating because it is so wrong. I am active and fit and my weight doesn’t hold be back in any way.
It is other people who seem more stuck on it than me. They are the ones that have made the many derogatory comments about her weight over the years.
I have heard countless variations of them, from, fat, heffa, whale, elephant to many others, much worse.
And over time I have learnt to let them slide right off my back. It took a lot of work to get to this point of security and confidence in myself but it is great having this power of resilience that I now have.
Despite this resilience, recently I have been challenged by the behaviour of someone who I believe to be a good friend. A good friend who is also ‘slim’.
To my slim friend: