I am fat. I am not saying this because I want someone to bombard me with compliments of how beautiful I am, or how amazing I look, because I know these things. I said I was fat, not that I was ugly. I am about five feet and five inches tall, on a good day. I weigh about 250 pounds. I wear a size 18/20 in pants. I am not skinny; I am fat. I am fat and I am not sorry. I am not sorry that when I sit down my thighs expand into pillows. I am not sorry that when I try to squeeze through places that sometimes it is a tight fit. I am not sorry that I am not afraid to use such a word to describe myself.
When I was little I used to believe that when I grew up I would automatically lose all the extra weight on my body. It turns out that this never happened. As I got older I got fatter, even when I did competitive cheerleading and played softball I was still fat. I grew up hearing about how I should work out more and eat less; I ate one meal a day. I have not been, nor will I ever be skinny, and I am not sorry.
I am not sorry that plus sized models make you uncomfortable. I am not sorry that plus size stores make you uncomfortable. I am not sorry. In a society where we put so much emphasis on looks, I am not sorry for letting a standard define me. So no, I am not sorry that you think I am promoting obesity, or that you think I am automatically unhealthy. The only thing I am sorry for is taking so long to love myself.