An open letter to hateful anons, body shamers, and people who think that they can determine my worth based on my stomach: 

Hello! First off, congratulations. Never have I been so persistently harassed about anything I have posted on the internet - over 130 of you over the course of the past few days have come to tell me off about my size. And that’s not even including those of you who have been sending messages to my friends and girlfriend! Now, a few of you have been saying some very, very mean things - telling me to kill myself, that I’m unlovable, not worth anything, etc. But, I know that the majority of you are all very concerned about my state of being because of my size - telling me I should get myself sorted out, start a weight loss regime so that I can have a better body and not “embarrass myself”, that I need to take a hard look at my life so that I don’t die in the next 20 years. I want to thank you so much for your concern, and have no worries, friends! Your messages have not gone unnoticed. I am here to absolutely reassure you that I have taken what you have said to heart. 

Over the past few days, I have taken a long, hard look at myself. I have spent a lot of time looking at myself in the mirror. Grabbing at my fat, being disgusted with myself, and even wondering how, indeed, my incredibly hot girlfriend can be attracted to me. But then, I got bored of that, started doing some twirls, and dancing naked to Natalia Kills in my bathroom, and let me tell you, it was a lot of fun. 

I really started to think about my self image, which is something I try to avoid because it usually ends in disaster. But you know what, anons? You have really changed my mindset. I can now say, thanks to you, that I am more confident than ever. Gone are the days that I will hide my body beneath layers of clothing out of embarrassment. No longer shall I look at girls in magazines and wonder why I can’t have a body like theirs. Not for another second will I look at my body and let my mind be clouded with bad intent and negative thoughts. 

You know what I’ve come to realize? I love myself. I may not be exactly where I want to be with my body, but I’ll get there in time, and I’m not going to spend the interim hating myself and waiting for my “someday body”. I am going to pamper myself, and love myself, and dance around in my underwear with my girlfriend, and embrace what a babe I am. I am not “pretty despite my size.” I don’t have a “nice face for a bigger girl.” My fat does not condition my beauty.

Here are some things I would like you to take to heart, anons. 
My size does not determine my lovability, nor my fuckability - believe me, I have never had a problem in bed due to the size of my legs or stomach. 
My size does not determine my worth as a human. 
My size does not change who I fundamentally am as a person. It does not change that I am funny, and kind, and caring, and have friends who fucking love me as I am. 
You know what my size DOES determine? How big I buy my clothing. 

I am golden - we all are, regardless of size. I will not spend another night crying over hatred of my own body. And I will not let another one of you tell me that I am not worth everything in the goddamn world because my poundage is more than yours. 

Does this make you uncomfortable? Good. I hope it makes you think about how you see the world, and people. I hope it makes you uncomfortable enough to look inside yourself and wonder why. I’m not saying you have to be attracted to fat people - you’re attracted to whatever you’re attracted to, that’s fine. What I’m saying is you need to start looking inside yourself and wondering why the size of somebody’s stomach gives you the right to tell them that they are worthless, unlovable, and don’t deserve to live. How far has society conditioned your mind against fat people that you think it would be better for me to be in a grave at the ripe young age of 20 than to love myself? 

I hope this makes you uncomfortable. I hope this makes you think. And I hope that any person who sees this, large or small, will take a second look at themselves and try to see yourself with love. 

Got a problem? Kiss my fat ass.




Right so im walking home and I see this guy rolling a cigarette under a streetlamp and when he clicked his lighter THE FUCKING STREETLIGHT WENT OUT

I stopped in my tracks and stared at this guy who looks up at me then to his lighter and hes as surprised as me then he takes his thumb off the trigger and THE STREETLIGHT TURNS BACK ON