The Word Fat
Over the last year or so, I had put on some weight. Even though I felt the weight, it didnt really bother me. I was fine with myswlf being the way I am. This is because I had promised myself a long time ago, that no matter what I would always be happy with who I am. I had promised myself, that no matter what anyone said, I would be ok. Its funny how such declarations dont matter when its parents pulling you down. I mean i was chubby but never fat fat. I wasnt someone who could roll off of things. And it never really mattered to me how fat i was since i wasnt here to show off or care. It started slowly. The taunts. The hints about my weight. The gradual nagging of how my clothes didnt fit anymore. It was a daily battle with my mom. Dont eat this , Don't eat that. I had bad eating habits. Things like girls look better if they are smart and slim. It was a daily thing. I started to get concious about who i was and how i looked. No matter what i did, it wasnt good enough fo...