being XXL

Now let me write about how growing up people like me taunted for my size and how i will never forget the hurt that i endured for being overweight.
I hope my story will touched anyone who reads because I know the hurt. I was called fat. I was at my own home and was thoroughly about enjoying my plate along with my friends and the kids, then this little girl who was probably a year or two younger than me looks at me and says “oh gemok ”
I stopped while my heart beat stopped too...My eyes welled up with tears. The edges of my lips curled and I fought the quivering frown overcoming my face. How i wish i could strangle her to death...
Do you know that every time I put up a new picture in fb, I have this fear that one of the commenters will say “looks like you got fatter”? I don’t think it’s happened yet, but it’s bound to. I’ve lost definition and put on a few pounds since few years back.
Being called fat is something that is offensive and hurtful. It’s something I can forgive, but I cannot forget. Being called fat is a personal attack on your most vulnerable self. It’s a physical insult that leaves an emotional scar.
But like anything else, i must move on to continue growing. Where do you go from here? i begin by removing myself from that person or the situation that is making you feel horrible. I am still amazing, regardless of what i look like.
Then i am enjoying every journey. Find happiness in my day to day struggles and happiness when i reach my destination. Life is too short to be sad over things like this. I am being so positive and just keep remembering that i am resilient and that ican conquer anything i put in my mind to. Ijust need to want it badly enough.

PS: I’m banning the word “fat” from my vocab, and you should too.