It's Not About The Numbers
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- Created on Monday, 12 July 2010 18:22
- Written by Sophia Ayala Gettys
All my life I’ve been told that being a “normal” or “a healthy size” was a number. At that point I felt a number on a scale and number in my pants that defined my image, the image that I not only owned but projected to the world. I would see myself in the mirror and immediately see my flaws, the things that set me aside from being normal… in the weight department I would have been thrilled to be considered average. Because of this stigma I bought in to the hype that I was fat. I had zero self confidence and wore the label of unworthy across my forehead every day. Since I felt ugly I acted ugly. I was needy, shy and depressed on a daily basis. This I had desperate crushes on several boys throughout the years and for some reason every one of them found me in the “friend zone”. I always knew the reason was that I was fat, but I hoped to find one guy that could see pass the bulge and accept me for me. When I was rejected I chalked it up to them being shallow. It was always everyone else that put me in a category. There was nothing that I could do to change that, until…
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