Beauty is in the eye of the beholder...

23 years I've been walking this earth and I have never been skinny or small, it took most of my life to come to come to grips with the fact that I will never be thin. I will never have the round azz that in todays society makes you beautiful, I will never have the flat tummy or six pack that is acceptable today. Now give me credit I've lost 45 pounds at one point from working out and eating right, and even after I was still chunky. So why am I dying to look thin or be small when, I know its not in my nature? Why, because the tv said I should, and the light skin fake azz plastics show me that this is the ONLY way men will want you...or the ONLY way people will accept you. The men who scream and holler they want a good woman...NO you want plastic..you want the fake and superficial. I got called ugly today, and It made me wonder why...what about me is ugly? When I look in the mirror I see a pretty face with a big voice and even bigger personality. So why is that because I'm not your preference, I'm ugly? You pick the ugliest person in the bunch and I bet he or she has a story to tell. I bet they graduated top of there class, or have a ridiculous love for fine art and music. When did it become all about looks? Granted appearance is important...but under no circumstance do you judge someone based on there looks!! You have no idea what personal demons that person could be facing, and you superficial plastics feel like because someone told you...you we're cute you can talk down to someone else. Fat people, skinny people, average people, short, tall...God made us all, and he didn't make us to look the same either. Fat people have been around for centuries and yet the ridicule we face its like we are a different species. If I can accept you skinny, short, tall, average, fake azz and all...you can accept me because I'm big. God made me this way...are you bold enough to interfere with God's work? I know he didn't make no mistakes on me, and you know what's funny, he guys who go for the prettiest girls...you know the ones with azz injections and photoshopped pics...let me put you on game...those "beautiful" girls have the lowest self esteem, and the reason they do what they do is so these lame azz, Lil dick, uneducated men can validate them. Boaw! Some knowledge for your azz, now this is not to bash anybody...even with all that...I still say you're beautiful. Now when I look in the mirror, every roll...dip...curve...mole...and even stretch mark is where its going to be. Now I can go my whole life doing stuff to myself to fit in and be accepted or I can take what God gave me..be healthy and live life as the plus size person I am...I choose to live life and be happy in this skin...and either you can accept that or you can't. That's not my problem, and to you young men talking smack about women...grow up, find yourself, and develop long lasting relationships, instead of chasing the first piece of pretty pussy you see. You will get absolutely NO WHERE judging others cuz once the injections wear out and the make up is off...what will you have? Exactly....don't judge, and if you have nothing nice to say then STFU!

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