Hiking

Catherine

I couldn’t stop sobbing. I didn’t create myself. It’s not my fault I’m chubby. Being chubby isn’t the end of the world, it doesn’t mean I’m less of a human or I don’t have feelings.

I’ve got emotions like everyone. I’m just like everybody only with a big body but they make it seem like it’s a big problem.

They make it seem like the goddess created a mistake and it hurts a lot. I can’t walk without someone saying something about me.

I can’t be in a room without garnering attention to myself. What the heck is wrong with people? Why can’t they just get over the fact that I’m big and it’s not a crime.

I feel like killing myself, maybe it’ll make the world a better place. Maybe if I stab myself to death then this would all end. All my life I’ve been bullied and now that I’m an adult that I think I can finally be at ease, it’s even worse.

“What is my offense? Nobody has the ability to create but why do they body shame like they can create what’s better than the goddess’s creation