You’re Beautiful
It’s funny how sometimes what one person says about you can throw you off instantly. Harsh words are meant to hurt people and it’s not something that you can easily brush off. I’ve always been the type to care about what other people think. The amount of people who said trash about the way I look was ridiculous. I remember in the past how people didn’t bother to get to know me simply because they saw me as someone who meant nothing…. saw me as “just some fat chic”. Really? When did size ever become a roadblock to someone who could potentially be a good friend? When did that ever matter? People are just too ignorant and shallow. And to make fun of someone because they’re fat? It hurts a lot. Maybe it’s funny now but to that person who you’re referring to, it’s not. It brings down their self-esteem and leaves a scar for a lifetime. I think that’s why I haven’t been such a confident young lady. I always looked at myself in the mirror and thought about how ugly I looked. Every flubber.. every fat.. every stretch mark.. every cellulite.. every inch of me.. I just thought I was completely unworthy because I was fat. I always had this mentality that the only pretty girls in the world are the ones with the average kinda figure. “Skinny girls are pretty girls”…you know. I always thought that no clothes too revealing, too trendy or too tight should ever be worn over my body because I always feared of what other people might think. Even now.. well sometimes. I’ve learned to become a little more confident. I grew out of all the childish things people use to say and just simply blocked out that kind of negativity in my life. Even if… sometimes it just gets to you. Everyone knows what I mean.
