Learning to Love My Fat Body

I’ve found myself stuck in a rut lately, and I’ve had a lot on my mind.

One of my sisters brought up in a weekly meeting that she’s proud to call herself fat, because it’s her body and she loves it.

Which got me to thinking, I am too. And there’s nothing wrong with owning that you’re “fat.” Because it doesn’t define your value as a person, and it most certainly shouldn't determine your self-worth.

I grew up being the fat kid, not only in school, but also in my family. It wasn’t something I was blind to, and I honestly think it made me act differently going through high school until my senior year when I finally didn’t give a crap what anyone thought about me.

I think loving yourself really does reflect on loving every curve of your body. And I understand that it really is easier said than done.

It’s a subtle, yet continuous change that I had to mentally force myself into, and honestly I’m glad I did it.