#18 – Chunky Monkey

Now I don’t like the word “fat”. I really hate it. My whole life I’ve been tormented by it. My dad meant well, I think, when he’d tell me to lose some weight growing up. I think he was always just worried about himself that he projected that feeling onto me. His girlfriends or whatever were never so nice about it though. They always made me feel like I shouldn’t be happy with my body. It took 22 1/2 years of living to be okay with my body. Even now I’m not properly happy with it. I will say though, when you stop thinking of your body as a fashion accessory, you start appreciating it more. My body is my body, not anyone else’s and it’s time to reclaim it.