
We live in a superficial world, we all know that; a world divided in two categories: beautiful or not.
We’re fighting each other to know who’s the sexiest, who’s the one who’s going to win everybody’s heart. We’re inventing dumb challenges. We fix the bar so high that boys, if you do not have a six pack, you’re nothing and girls, if you can’t hold a pen under your boob, you’re never going to be sexy.
The fact is, that’s all we think about, isn’t it? That perfect image burned into our minds. Skinny, fat, brown, yellow, white, tall, small or just plain “average”…we all think about the same thing and that is not alright because, if you’re like me, you have been obsessed with that idea for so long and that is the first step of being unhappy.
I have been the overweight girl all of my life. I have been bullied, broken-hearted, insulted, and many other things. I remember the first day of high school when I just walked into the hallway and one of the most handsome guys in school, who was way older than me, passed me by and whispered “fatty” under his breath. It has scared me and I still think about it today, eight and a half years later.
I have suffered because of my physique: my puffy cheeks, my weird neck, my big arms, my flabby belly, and because of this poor society’s mind; this poisonous idea of a person. Then something clicked, and in 2017, at 21 years old, 271 pounds, I decided to change that. For the millionth time, again, but this time it actually worked. I actually lost weight and it is still going down.
I pushed myself. I climbed mountains I had never climbed before, step after step. I cried, laughed, shouted, and I quickly realized that giving yourself a goal was the worst way possible to lose weight. I didn’t give myself a goal. The only thing I said was: “I just want to be healthy,” and then I started to be healthier. I was eating healthy food, I was exercising more often. Not only did I feel my body getting skinnier, I felt my whole mind lifting. Everything was better; my attitude, my way of thinking, my sleep, and so much more. And then I realized I just wanted to love myself a little bit more. That’s why, even though I have not lost a hundred pounds yet, that I’m just at 26 pounds down, I’m way happier than I ever was before. I had been in denial all my life. Losing weight is not about being sexy for everybody else, it’s about being sexy for yourself.
It’s about looking at yourself in the mirror and thinking: Wow, I’m beautiful, and actually thinking it for once in your goddamn life.
So yes, we live in a society where being skinny is a synonym of perfection, where putting long lashes on, a bit of concealer, and too much bronzer makes you the queen of them all, and where what makes you beautiful is the size of your ass and breasts. Where a man needs to be tall and muscular. Where he needs to be virile and not at all in touch with his feelings. When a man crying is seen as weak.
It saddens me to see that, to this day, that is still the case.
But hear me when I say that we are the people who are about to change all of that. Why? Because we see beauty in everything. I see beauty in Selena Gomez, Ashley Graham, Barack Obama, Ed Sheeran, Adele, Billie Joe Armstrong, Demi Lovato, James Corden, and every single person on this planet.
I see beauty in my boyfriend, my mother, my neighbor, the girl I hate in my class at school, my boss, and my best friends.
I see beauty in myself.
I finally, for the first time in 21 years, like the way I look, and nobody will ever convince me otherwise.
Find your motivation, gather your strength, because you are capable. You can do it and you will.



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