“Dad, I’m fat. Boys don’t like fat girls.” I remember saying to my father. Entering 9th grade at a size 16 was scarier than I can express. I stared at myself in every mirror I passed. Not as a matter of vanity, but because of anxiety. I was self conscious. Not only was I heavy, but I was dark. A problem that plagued neither of my siblings.
“Boys don’t like fat girl?!” My dad replied. “They are boys, Candy. Not men yet. They don’t even know who they are and who they want to be. How can you expect them to know what they like?” He grabbed my hand before I left the house. “You better ask yourself do you like it Candy. That’s the only thing that matters. They don’t know it yet. But you are special and made to be adored. Boys like girls who like themselves. You teach people how to feel about you. Everyone. Everyone will love you.”
I took those words and I grew with them. Step one: adore myself. I made a commitment to myself that no matter how big or small I would be I would love myself and adore myself first. The hardest thing I had to do was to walk past those size 2s and 4s on my way to my desk that first day. But the easiest thing I’ve ever done was to walk past those same faces to accept my crown as Prom Queen at a size 18. They did grow to love me.Happy Big Girl Appreciation Day.
We are all made to be adored. 👑Oh, btw. It turns out boys don’t like fat girls. THEY LOVE THEM. 💋💋
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