Barbadian Princess :3
Please take the time to read this if you can and maybe reblog it:
Hello, My name is Katie and I am 16 years old. I’m the girl in the red and black shirt. I have chosen the above image, because I do not look good. At all. In fact, I look awful. Trust me, I’m not looking for a compliment. I’m telling more truth than I ever have done. But in my head, I always look awful. I’ve always struggled with my weight, and throughout my life, this has been thrown back in my face at every opportunity. People would use my weight against me in arguments, a highlight being an argument on Facebook resulting in 134 fat jokes. I got beaten up because of how I look. This resulted in me, from a very early age, realising to get far in society you have to be thin. You have to be perfect. I starved, purged, and starved some more, but I always put it back on. Eventually I just learnt to cover up every piece of skin on my body. I haven’t left the house with bare legs in 3 years. I haven’t worn a strappy top in 6. I don’t join in on most things out of fear people will be like looool she’s too fat for this. I am even scared of having my arms on show, elbow down. I’m ashamed of how I look. Others around me complain about how they look yet take these simple luxuries for granted. I have to cover all my skin in the hottest of weather. I can’t sit in certain ways for fear of looking fat, and I always cover my chin or stick it out, anything to avoid a double chin. Now you might be wondering why I’m making this post, and it’s because I want to say this. The whole ‘big is beautiful’ thing is bullshit in the eyes of society. I know this because those who gave me abuse, who made me ashamed to leave the house, reblog these sayings, these pictures, calling fat people beautiful. My question is why would you dish it out then take it back. Body size should never matter, but it does. However, it’s not your fat that changes your life, as opposed to peoples reactions to it. In my head, my rape was because of my weight. It pushed me over the edge, and I started to self harm. I needed more than clothes to cover my skin, I needed something permanent so I didn’t have to ever look at ME. This fucked me up, and I became afraid to talk to people, I avoided confrontation, and I blamed every loss of a friend on my weight.
But tonight I realised this isn’t fair. I will continue to do it, because I’m too scared to change. But no one else should ever have to do this. So this is an appeal to all those people out there who have ever even made a passing comment about someone’s weight, be it skinny or fat:
Shut the fuck up.
You have no idea what you are doing to that persons life. It will take years for me to recover from self harming, from wanting to kill myself, from everything. Please look out for each other, don’t let people in to this path. Say something nice. You’re beautiful rarely has a meaning these days, it only works when said by that special someone. So instead take the time to compliment someone on a specific feature, and you could save a life. Not necessarily from suicide, but from being scared, empty.
Look out for each other.
Thank you if you took the time to read this.
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