I am sick of wearing baggy clothes to hide my full-figure.
I am sick of being forced to walk to the back of a store to find anything in my size.
*It makes me feel like I am living in the 1950s and walking to the back of the bus … maybe we need to boycott stores like Dr. Martin Luther King and Rosa Parks.
I am sick of feeling ashamed of my stretch marks.
I am sick of being told I am “pretty for a big girl.”
I am sick of fashion brands that do not make clothes for my size.
I am sick of commercials and fashion brands that only promote thin chicks.
I am sick of fat-shamers saying “big-girls shouldn’t wear crop tops or leggings”
*Don’t tell me what the f*** to wear!!!
I am sick of ordering salads while skinny girls inhale burgers and fries.
*Don’t tell me what the f*** to eat!
I am sick of pulling my shirts down all day to hide my foopah.
I am sick of being told to “suck it in” every time I take a picture.
I am sick of feeling insecure around anyone smaller than me.
I am sick of brands who make cute clothes for juniors and wack shit for plus-size women.
*Really? I can’t look cute because I’m plus-size?
I am sick of hiding from mirrors because I don’t want to see my cellulite.
I am sick of wearing waist trimmers.
*SCREAMING “THEY HURT!”
I am sick covering my stretch marks with foundation and concealer. (smdh)
I am sick of body-shaming myself out of going where I want and wearing what I want.
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