I am a fat girl. Well, woman. I am a fat woman (girl just has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?).
As a fat woman, I’ve been told, over and over again, explicitly and subtly, that I am not good enough. I am told that happiness, love and success are out of my reach. I am told that I don’t get to celebrate and appreciate being a sexual being because of the amount of flesh I have around my tummy. I am told, every day, that I matter less because of my size.
I’m tired of it.
And I know I’m not the only one who is tired of it.
Memoirs of a Fat Girl is about understanding the damaging effects of those explicit and subtle messages. It’s a my way of telling the world that I’m allowed to love my body, even if you don’t. That I deserve to be valued the same way as anyone else. That my body is my body. It belongs to me. It’s mine alone. It is not for others to have an opinion on.
Memoirs of a Fat Girl is my act of rebellion.
And I hope you’ll join me for the ride.