“You can’t stop my happiness because I like the way I am … So if you don’t like the way I look, well I just don’t give a damn.”
I’ve spent a lot of time fighting to be happy with myself.
It’s hard, when you’re overweight, to find that happiness. To come to a point where you accept yourself and love yourself just how you are.
It took me many, many months to get to that point. And it’s a big deal, finally accepting and loving yourself. But you know that is going to be a battle. So you put on your fighting gear and jump into the ring. And, if you’re lucky, you come out victorious.
But no one tells you about the battle that follows.
Sure, strangers are going to give you strange looks, disgusted looks, when they see your overweight body. You’ve also prepared yourself for that battle.
But what about when the person who tells you not to be happy with yourself is a member of your family? Your blood?
When someone in your family thinks you’re not good enough…
What do you do then?
A war between families never ends peacefully. Hard feelings always exist. When you tell someone who takes medication for depression, who is finally happy with herself, basically that she shouldn’t be happy with herself or that she still needs to make changes…