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I am fat. That is a fact. One that I am willing to live with, accept and mode to my advantage. I will never be thin. That is a fact. One that I am now willing to live with, accept and mode to my advantage. I don’t need to be thin. I have never needed to be thin. My need derives from being healthier in my fat. Healthier in my fat is a paradoxical statement for some. But I was not unhealthy for most of my fat years. Not until I lost a tremendous amount of weight and gained it all back did I begin to be unhealthy in my fat. So I will become healthier in my fat.
I am happy in my fat. Also a paradoxical statement to some. Many of you would like me to behave as if I must apologize for my size. And at this time and instance in my life I refuse to grant your wishes. You insist that I MUST be sad, unhappy, unloved, unfit, unhealthy, undesirable, undersexed, in agony, in pain, suicidal, self loathing and angry- or else you just don’t understand me. Or, and I love this one- I am delusional about my circumstances.
I am beautiful in my fat. Yet another paradox for some. My beauty flows out from every crevice, impression, fold, cellulite imbedded thigh, stretch mark and crease from deep inside me. My fat does not depict my beauty, nor will I allow it to.
I am sexual in my fat. My wide soft butt and full ripe breasts are there like any other woman’s. You will not take my sexuality or sensuality away from me. If you do not appreciate the way I look, than that is to your taste and has nothing to do with me.
I am intelligent in my fat. My IQ exists in my mind, my attitude, my environment and in my ability, not in my fat.
I am clean in my fat. My body has my undivided attention and I wash and care for it as most people do. There are some who do not- fat or thin, don’t blame it on being fat.
I am confidant in my fat. I am wonderful. I am talented. I am blessed. I walk with my head held high because I know that I describe me. Not anyone else, not a term or a phrase. Not a TV commercial or magazine ad.
I am fulfilled in my fat. I can do anything society has to offer. Run a 5k race, fly a plane, make love all night, have a baby, fix a car, fall in love, be a great parent. Because fat is a descriptor of what I am, NOT a definition of who I am.
I am me in my fat. And I love that. I love who I am and what I do. Who I know and how I live. I am a wonderful person and no one will take that from me. Especially not because I am Fat.
