Oh, yeah. It’s time for this post. Time to tackle the elephant in the room.
Do you know how many times someone has called me fat or chubby these past few weeks? Way too many.
I’m fat, I’m not big boned or any of those other lame ass excuses; I know I’m fat and I most certainly don’t appreciate you telling me that I am. I already know this information. It’s basically like going up to someone and telling them that they have skin on their body.
Ugh, and the worst thing is that even my teachers at school are saying this. Just read… I don’t want the intro to be 300 words long.