You know how when you see someone with large breasts, at first glance your eyes are always drawn there instead of their face, in that split second before manners and years of social training kick in?
I’m like that, only it’s not my boobs people stare at, it’s my belly.
But as Harry Winston said: “People will stare; make it worth their while.”
For years, I was a typical downtrodden fatty—dressing myself only in dark colors, ‘flattering’ tops, with not a dress in my closet. I tried to hide myself in any way I could. And pictures from this angle? Absolutely forbidden.
Not anymore.
I take up a lot of space, and I refuse to apologize for a single inch of it.
submitted by randomlancila
