The Inspiring Fat Girl Learns to Love Someone Else

I had once made a vow to never leave the house without lipstick. At 17, I was ready to commit to my persona. I would gather my small paycheck from working part-time in a popular mall to spend it all on MAC lipstick bullets. I was comfortable using conventional beauty in full-forced defense towards the oncoming, inevitable judgement in the thoughts of each passerby.

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For the Fat Girl Afraid She'll Never Be a Bride

As a kid, I traded lost pounds for new CDs from my parents, and any ounce of confidence was threatened out by kids at school. Advice passed down to me all pointed to "shrink down and you'll be loved better." Thinness was an important currency for progress, and I was regarded as chump change.

Anytime I was close to the sweet triumph of a good date, this advice would hold me back.

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