Hi! My name’s Natalie, and I am FAT!
Yes, I said it. I’m fat! It’s not a dirty word! Over the past few years, I’ve come to accept my body, to own it. I am fat, I don’t have a problem with that, if you do, then that is something you have to worry over. The plus size acceptance that seems to be taking the world by craze is such a great thing to see, I only wish it was around when I was a teen a trying to figure things out!
For as long as I can remember, I’ve been fat. My fathers side of the family is solid, but when I got sick at an early age, I was put on steroids. Bad side effects of course being I gained weight. I never really thought of myself as different, everyone else did though and from the start of my schooling I was bullied. High School was probably the hardest time in my life to be fat, everyone was judgemental, but I was lucky to have a few friends who stuck by me.
It wasn’t until I was around 17 that I started understanding myself and I made myself a pact to learn to love myself for who I am, not who everybody wants me to be, what the worlds ideal is. Strangely enough, accepting myself ended up gaining me male attention! Woot! I finally had my first kiss at 18!
The progression of the fat!
I am fat! And no, me saying that doesn’t mean I want you to reply “No, you aren’t!”. That will just gain you a crazy look and me asking “Are you blind!?”. I am fat! And no, it’s not a disease, being around me won’t make you fat, you aren’t going to catch ‘FAT’. I am fat! I’m a human, like everyone else, having a little extra belly and a double chin doesn’t make me any different to anyone else.
I’ve taken back the word FAT. People can no longer use it as a hate word, something to throw at me that they think will hurt me. Using the title of a book – I AM FAT! SO?