Chubby Chick On Holiday: Being Body Positive In The Sun

It’s strange. The one place where having shitty mental health has actually helped me is self image. What others think of me aesthetically has become less and less important as I try to fix the way I see the kind of person I am.

I’m fat. I’ve always been fat and I will probably always be fat. ‘Fat’ is not a terrible word to me and I can happily and confidently say that I would rather be fat and me than thin and anyone else.

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