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Recently I posted a photo set of myself in which I call myself chubby. I got a lot of different responses. People were angry. Angry that I would call myself such a “awful” word. Angry because “if she is chubby then I must be obese.” Fact: the last time I weighed myself I was 160 pounds. Fact: I am 5 feet and 2 inches tall. Granted, weight fluctuates, and since I last weighed myself I have been working to shed a few of those pounds. Not because I think I need to, but because I want to. (if you think I need to, check your priorities and learn to focus on yourself instead of judging others.) According to a lot of medical charts, the best weight for someone my height is around 110 pounds. I was 50 pounds over that. I’d say now I’m probably about 40 pounds over that. A lot of that is muscle. I have thick muscles in my thighs, and I have a layer of fat over probably every part of my body. Am I the healthiest I could be? No. But that’s my business. Am I the most attractive that I could be? To you, maybe not. To other people, I am breath taking. 
I want people to stop acting like being chubby is a bad thing. It’s not. I get yelled at for calling myself chubby because people think it’s bad to be that, and I get yelled at for it because people think that if I am chubby it reflects on their size badly because they think that I am smaller than they are. Maybe I am. I have small features, a small body type, but here is something I know: 
I am chubby. 
It’s not a reflection on you, or your size. It’s not a statement to society. It has nothing to do with anyone else but myself. I am chubby. I have flab and rolls, and according to a medical chart, I should probably lose some weight. But why is any of this important? My weight is not currently a concern. For my body type, I am healthy. I eat right and I exercise, and I’m not thin. That’s what my body looks like. But why is my body such an important issue to people? Why can’t we just accept every body type, regardless of how many inches wide their hips are? Why does the size of my bra offend people, whether they are the same size or not? Why is the topic of the human body so offensive to people? Why can’t I love myself without other people being angry at me for the words I chose to describe myself? Every single human body has some amount of fat on it. Some more than others. But why does that mean that it’s okay to make people feel like they are only worth as much or as little as their body possesses? We are made of so many things. Why don’t we talk more about those? Why is everyone so fucking obsessed with weight? Chubby, skinny, curvy, lean, all those worse just describe bodies. Please don’t be angry at me for the words I choose to describe my own. I am learning to love myself. Pound by pound, and inch by inch. Please allow me that. Please accept my body while also knowing that my words and opinions on it in no way change your own. You can be bigger than me, or smaller than me, and calling myself chubby does not mean that you can’t call yourself whatever the hell you want to. Calling myself chubby does not in anyway change what your body looks like. My body type does not affect yours. Please know that.
proctalgia:

Recently I posted a photo set of myself in which I call myself chubby. I got a lot of different responses. People were angry. Angry that I would call myself such a “awful” word. Angry because “if she is chubby then I must be obese.” Fact: the last time I weighed myself I was 160 pounds. Fact: I am 5 feet and 2 inches tall. Granted, weight fluctuates, and since I last weighed myself I have been working to shed a few of those pounds. Not because I think I need to, but because I want to. (if you think I need to, check your priorities and learn to focus on yourself instead of judging others.) According to a lot of medical charts, the best weight for someone my height is around 110 pounds. I was 50 pounds over that. I’d say now I’m probably about 40 pounds over that. A lot of that is muscle. I have thick muscles in my thighs, and I have a layer of fat over probably every part of my body. Am I the healthiest I could be? No. But that’s my business. Am I the most attractive that I could be? To you, maybe not. To other people, I am breath taking. 
I want people to stop acting like being chubby is a bad thing. It’s not. I get yelled at for calling myself chubby because people think it’s bad to be that, and I get yelled at for it because people think that if I am chubby it reflects on their size badly because they think that I am smaller than they are. Maybe I am. I have small features, a small body type, but here is something I know: 
I am chubby. 
It’s not a reflection on you, or your size. It’s not a statement to society. It has nothing to do with anyone else but myself. I am chubby. I have flab and rolls, and according to a medical chart, I should probably lose some weight. But why is any of this important? My weight is not currently a concern. For my body type, I am healthy. I eat right and I exercise, and I’m not thin. That’s what my body looks like. But why is my body such an important issue to people? Why can’t we just accept every body type, regardless of how many inches wide their hips are? Why does the size of my bra offend people, whether they are the same size or not? Why is the topic of the human body so offensive to people? Why can’t I love myself without other people being angry at me for the words I chose to describe myself? Every single human body has some amount of fat on it. Some more than others. But why does that mean that it’s okay to make people feel like they are only worth as much or as little as their body possesses? We are made of so many things. Why don’t we talk more about those? Why is everyone so fucking obsessed with weight? Chubby, skinny, curvy, lean, all those worse just describe bodies. Please don’t be angry at me for the words I choose to describe my own. I am learning to love myself. Pound by pound, and inch by inch. Please allow me that. Please accept my body while also knowing that my words and opinions on it in no way change your own. You can be bigger than me, or smaller than me, and calling myself chubby does not mean that you can’t call yourself whatever the hell you want to. Calling myself chubby does not in anyway change what your body looks like. My body type does not affect yours. Please know that.
proctalgia:

Recently I posted a photo set of myself in which I call myself chubby. I got a lot of different responses. People were angry. Angry that I would call myself such a “awful” word. Angry because “if she is chubby then I must be obese.” Fact: the last time I weighed myself I was 160 pounds. Fact: I am 5 feet and 2 inches tall. Granted, weight fluctuates, and since I last weighed myself I have been working to shed a few of those pounds. Not because I think I need to, but because I want to. (if you think I need to, check your priorities and learn to focus on yourself instead of judging others.) According to a lot of medical charts, the best weight for someone my height is around 110 pounds. I was 50 pounds over that. I’d say now I’m probably about 40 pounds over that. A lot of that is muscle. I have thick muscles in my thighs, and I have a layer of fat over probably every part of my body. Am I the healthiest I could be? No. But that’s my business. Am I the most attractive that I could be? To you, maybe not. To other people, I am breath taking. 
I want people to stop acting like being chubby is a bad thing. It’s not. I get yelled at for calling myself chubby because people think it’s bad to be that, and I get yelled at for it because people think that if I am chubby it reflects on their size badly because they think that I am smaller than they are. Maybe I am. I have small features, a small body type, but here is something I know: 
I am chubby. 
It’s not a reflection on you, or your size. It’s not a statement to society. It has nothing to do with anyone else but myself. I am chubby. I have flab and rolls, and according to a medical chart, I should probably lose some weight. But why is any of this important? My weight is not currently a concern. For my body type, I am healthy. I eat right and I exercise, and I’m not thin. That’s what my body looks like. But why is my body such an important issue to people? Why can’t we just accept every body type, regardless of how many inches wide their hips are? Why does the size of my bra offend people, whether they are the same size or not? Why is the topic of the human body so offensive to people? Why can’t I love myself without other people being angry at me for the words I chose to describe myself? Every single human body has some amount of fat on it. Some more than others. But why does that mean that it’s okay to make people feel like they are only worth as much or as little as their body possesses? We are made of so many things. Why don’t we talk more about those? Why is everyone so fucking obsessed with weight? Chubby, skinny, curvy, lean, all those worse just describe bodies. Please don’t be angry at me for the words I choose to describe my own. I am learning to love myself. Pound by pound, and inch by inch. Please allow me that. Please accept my body while also knowing that my words and opinions on it in no way change your own. You can be bigger than me, or smaller than me, and calling myself chubby does not mean that you can’t call yourself whatever the hell you want to. Calling myself chubby does not in anyway change what your body looks like. My body type does not affect yours. Please know that.
proctalgia:

Recently I posted a photo set of myself in which I call myself chubby. I got a lot of different responses. People were angry. Angry that I would call myself such a “awful” word. Angry because “if she is chubby then I must be obese.” Fact: the last time I weighed myself I was 160 pounds. Fact: I am 5 feet and 2 inches tall. Granted, weight fluctuates, and since I last weighed myself I have been working to shed a few of those pounds. Not because I think I need to, but because I want to. (if you think I need to, check your priorities and learn to focus on yourself instead of judging others.) According to a lot of medical charts, the best weight for someone my height is around 110 pounds. I was 50 pounds over that. I’d say now I’m probably about 40 pounds over that. A lot of that is muscle. I have thick muscles in my thighs, and I have a layer of fat over probably every part of my body. Am I the healthiest I could be? No. But that’s my business. Am I the most attractive that I could be? To you, maybe not. To other people, I am breath taking. 
I want people to stop acting like being chubby is a bad thing. It’s not. I get yelled at for calling myself chubby because people think it’s bad to be that, and I get yelled at for it because people think that if I am chubby it reflects on their size badly because they think that I am smaller than they are. Maybe I am. I have small features, a small body type, but here is something I know: 
I am chubby. 
It’s not a reflection on you, or your size. It’s not a statement to society. It has nothing to do with anyone else but myself. I am chubby. I have flab and rolls, and according to a medical chart, I should probably lose some weight. But why is any of this important? My weight is not currently a concern. For my body type, I am healthy. I eat right and I exercise, and I’m not thin. That’s what my body looks like. But why is my body such an important issue to people? Why can’t we just accept every body type, regardless of how many inches wide their hips are? Why does the size of my bra offend people, whether they are the same size or not? Why is the topic of the human body so offensive to people? Why can’t I love myself without other people being angry at me for the words I chose to describe myself? Every single human body has some amount of fat on it. Some more than others. But why does that mean that it’s okay to make people feel like they are only worth as much or as little as their body possesses? We are made of so many things. Why don’t we talk more about those? Why is everyone so fucking obsessed with weight? Chubby, skinny, curvy, lean, all those worse just describe bodies. Please don’t be angry at me for the words I choose to describe my own. I am learning to love myself. Pound by pound, and inch by inch. Please allow me that. Please accept my body while also knowing that my words and opinions on it in no way change your own. You can be bigger than me, or smaller than me, and calling myself chubby does not mean that you can’t call yourself whatever the hell you want to. Calling myself chubby does not in anyway change what your body looks like. My body type does not affect yours. Please know that.
proctalgia:

Recently I posted a photo set of myself in which I call myself chubby. I got a lot of different responses. People were angry. Angry that I would call myself such a “awful” word. Angry because “if she is chubby then I must be obese.” Fact: the last time I weighed myself I was 160 pounds. Fact: I am 5 feet and 2 inches tall. Granted, weight fluctuates, and since I last weighed myself I have been working to shed a few of those pounds. Not because I think I need to, but because I want to. (if you think I need to, check your priorities and learn to focus on yourself instead of judging others.) According to a lot of medical charts, the best weight for someone my height is around 110 pounds. I was 50 pounds over that. I’d say now I’m probably about 40 pounds over that. A lot of that is muscle. I have thick muscles in my thighs, and I have a layer of fat over probably every part of my body. Am I the healthiest I could be? No. But that’s my business. Am I the most attractive that I could be? To you, maybe not. To other people, I am breath taking. 
I want people to stop acting like being chubby is a bad thing. It’s not. I get yelled at for calling myself chubby because people think it’s bad to be that, and I get yelled at for it because people think that if I am chubby it reflects on their size badly because they think that I am smaller than they are. Maybe I am. I have small features, a small body type, but here is something I know: 
I am chubby. 
It’s not a reflection on you, or your size. It’s not a statement to society. It has nothing to do with anyone else but myself. I am chubby. I have flab and rolls, and according to a medical chart, I should probably lose some weight. But why is any of this important? My weight is not currently a concern. For my body type, I am healthy. I eat right and I exercise, and I’m not thin. That’s what my body looks like. But why is my body such an important issue to people? Why can’t we just accept every body type, regardless of how many inches wide their hips are? Why does the size of my bra offend people, whether they are the same size or not? Why is the topic of the human body so offensive to people? Why can’t I love myself without other people being angry at me for the words I chose to describe myself? Every single human body has some amount of fat on it. Some more than others. But why does that mean that it’s okay to make people feel like they are only worth as much or as little as their body possesses? We are made of so many things. Why don’t we talk more about those? Why is everyone so fucking obsessed with weight? Chubby, skinny, curvy, lean, all those worse just describe bodies. Please don’t be angry at me for the words I choose to describe my own. I am learning to love myself. Pound by pound, and inch by inch. Please allow me that. Please accept my body while also knowing that my words and opinions on it in no way change your own. You can be bigger than me, or smaller than me, and calling myself chubby does not mean that you can’t call yourself whatever the hell you want to. Calling myself chubby does not in anyway change what your body looks like. My body type does not affect yours. Please know that.
proctalgia:

Recently I posted a photo set of myself in which I call myself chubby. I got a lot of different responses. People were angry. Angry that I would call myself such a “awful” word. Angry because “if she is chubby then I must be obese.” Fact: the last time I weighed myself I was 160 pounds. Fact: I am 5 feet and 2 inches tall. Granted, weight fluctuates, and since I last weighed myself I have been working to shed a few of those pounds. Not because I think I need to, but because I want to. (if you think I need to, check your priorities and learn to focus on yourself instead of judging others.) According to a lot of medical charts, the best weight for someone my height is around 110 pounds. I was 50 pounds over that. I’d say now I’m probably about 40 pounds over that. A lot of that is muscle. I have thick muscles in my thighs, and I have a layer of fat over probably every part of my body. Am I the healthiest I could be? No. But that’s my business. Am I the most attractive that I could be? To you, maybe not. To other people, I am breath taking. 
I want people to stop acting like being chubby is a bad thing. It’s not. I get yelled at for calling myself chubby because people think it’s bad to be that, and I get yelled at for it because people think that if I am chubby it reflects on their size badly because they think that I am smaller than they are. Maybe I am. I have small features, a small body type, but here is something I know: 
I am chubby. 
It’s not a reflection on you, or your size. It’s not a statement to society. It has nothing to do with anyone else but myself. I am chubby. I have flab and rolls, and according to a medical chart, I should probably lose some weight. But why is any of this important? My weight is not currently a concern. For my body type, I am healthy. I eat right and I exercise, and I’m not thin. That’s what my body looks like. But why is my body such an important issue to people? Why can’t we just accept every body type, regardless of how many inches wide their hips are? Why does the size of my bra offend people, whether they are the same size or not? Why is the topic of the human body so offensive to people? Why can’t I love myself without other people being angry at me for the words I chose to describe myself? Every single human body has some amount of fat on it. Some more than others. But why does that mean that it’s okay to make people feel like they are only worth as much or as little as their body possesses? We are made of so many things. Why don’t we talk more about those? Why is everyone so fucking obsessed with weight? Chubby, skinny, curvy, lean, all those worse just describe bodies. Please don’t be angry at me for the words I choose to describe my own. I am learning to love myself. Pound by pound, and inch by inch. Please allow me that. Please accept my body while also knowing that my words and opinions on it in no way change your own. You can be bigger than me, or smaller than me, and calling myself chubby does not mean that you can’t call yourself whatever the hell you want to. Calling myself chubby does not in anyway change what your body looks like. My body type does not affect yours. Please know that.
proctalgia:

Recently I posted a photo set of myself in which I call myself chubby. I got a lot of different responses. People were angry. Angry that I would call myself such a “awful” word. Angry because “if she is chubby then I must be obese.” Fact: the last time I weighed myself I was 160 pounds. Fact: I am 5 feet and 2 inches tall. Granted, weight fluctuates, and since I last weighed myself I have been working to shed a few of those pounds. Not because I think I need to, but because I want to. (if you think I need to, check your priorities and learn to focus on yourself instead of judging others.) According to a lot of medical charts, the best weight for someone my height is around 110 pounds. I was 50 pounds over that. I’d say now I’m probably about 40 pounds over that. A lot of that is muscle. I have thick muscles in my thighs, and I have a layer of fat over probably every part of my body. Am I the healthiest I could be? No. But that’s my business. Am I the most attractive that I could be? To you, maybe not. To other people, I am breath taking. 
I want people to stop acting like being chubby is a bad thing. It’s not. I get yelled at for calling myself chubby because people think it’s bad to be that, and I get yelled at for it because people think that if I am chubby it reflects on their size badly because they think that I am smaller than they are. Maybe I am. I have small features, a small body type, but here is something I know: 
I am chubby. 
It’s not a reflection on you, or your size. It’s not a statement to society. It has nothing to do with anyone else but myself. I am chubby. I have flab and rolls, and according to a medical chart, I should probably lose some weight. But why is any of this important? My weight is not currently a concern. For my body type, I am healthy. I eat right and I exercise, and I’m not thin. That’s what my body looks like. But why is my body such an important issue to people? Why can’t we just accept every body type, regardless of how many inches wide their hips are? Why does the size of my bra offend people, whether they are the same size or not? Why is the topic of the human body so offensive to people? Why can’t I love myself without other people being angry at me for the words I chose to describe myself? Every single human body has some amount of fat on it. Some more than others. But why does that mean that it’s okay to make people feel like they are only worth as much or as little as their body possesses? We are made of so many things. Why don’t we talk more about those? Why is everyone so fucking obsessed with weight? Chubby, skinny, curvy, lean, all those worse just describe bodies. Please don’t be angry at me for the words I choose to describe my own. I am learning to love myself. Pound by pound, and inch by inch. Please allow me that. Please accept my body while also knowing that my words and opinions on it in no way change your own. You can be bigger than me, or smaller than me, and calling myself chubby does not mean that you can’t call yourself whatever the hell you want to. Calling myself chubby does not in anyway change what your body looks like. My body type does not affect yours. Please know that.
proctalgia:

Recently I posted a photo set of myself in which I call myself chubby. I got a lot of different responses. People were angry. Angry that I would call myself such a “awful” word. Angry because “if she is chubby then I must be obese.” Fact: the last time I weighed myself I was 160 pounds. Fact: I am 5 feet and 2 inches tall. Granted, weight fluctuates, and since I last weighed myself I have been working to shed a few of those pounds. Not because I think I need to, but because I want to. (if you think I need to, check your priorities and learn to focus on yourself instead of judging others.) According to a lot of medical charts, the best weight for someone my height is around 110 pounds. I was 50 pounds over that. I’d say now I’m probably about 40 pounds over that. A lot of that is muscle. I have thick muscles in my thighs, and I have a layer of fat over probably every part of my body. Am I the healthiest I could be? No. But that’s my business. Am I the most attractive that I could be? To you, maybe not. To other people, I am breath taking. 
I want people to stop acting like being chubby is a bad thing. It’s not. I get yelled at for calling myself chubby because people think it’s bad to be that, and I get yelled at for it because people think that if I am chubby it reflects on their size badly because they think that I am smaller than they are. Maybe I am. I have small features, a small body type, but here is something I know: 
I am chubby. 
It’s not a reflection on you, or your size. It’s not a statement to society. It has nothing to do with anyone else but myself. I am chubby. I have flab and rolls, and according to a medical chart, I should probably lose some weight. But why is any of this important? My weight is not currently a concern. For my body type, I am healthy. I eat right and I exercise, and I’m not thin. That’s what my body looks like. But why is my body such an important issue to people? Why can’t we just accept every body type, regardless of how many inches wide their hips are? Why does the size of my bra offend people, whether they are the same size or not? Why is the topic of the human body so offensive to people? Why can’t I love myself without other people being angry at me for the words I chose to describe myself? Every single human body has some amount of fat on it. Some more than others. But why does that mean that it’s okay to make people feel like they are only worth as much or as little as their body possesses? We are made of so many things. Why don’t we talk more about those? Why is everyone so fucking obsessed with weight? Chubby, skinny, curvy, lean, all those worse just describe bodies. Please don’t be angry at me for the words I choose to describe my own. I am learning to love myself. Pound by pound, and inch by inch. Please allow me that. Please accept my body while also knowing that my words and opinions on it in no way change your own. You can be bigger than me, or smaller than me, and calling myself chubby does not mean that you can’t call yourself whatever the hell you want to. Calling myself chubby does not in anyway change what your body looks like. My body type does not affect yours. Please know that.
proctalgia:

Recently I posted a photo set of myself in which I call myself chubby. I got a lot of different responses. People were angry. Angry that I would call myself such a “awful” word. Angry because “if she is chubby then I must be obese.” Fact: the last time I weighed myself I was 160 pounds. Fact: I am 5 feet and 2 inches tall. Granted, weight fluctuates, and since I last weighed myself I have been working to shed a few of those pounds. Not because I think I need to, but because I want to. (if you think I need to, check your priorities and learn to focus on yourself instead of judging others.) According to a lot of medical charts, the best weight for someone my height is around 110 pounds. I was 50 pounds over that. I’d say now I’m probably about 40 pounds over that. A lot of that is muscle. I have thick muscles in my thighs, and I have a layer of fat over probably every part of my body. Am I the healthiest I could be? No. But that’s my business. Am I the most attractive that I could be? To you, maybe not. To other people, I am breath taking. 
I want people to stop acting like being chubby is a bad thing. It’s not. I get yelled at for calling myself chubby because people think it’s bad to be that, and I get yelled at for it because people think that if I am chubby it reflects on their size badly because they think that I am smaller than they are. Maybe I am. I have small features, a small body type, but here is something I know: 
I am chubby. 
It’s not a reflection on you, or your size. It’s not a statement to society. It has nothing to do with anyone else but myself. I am chubby. I have flab and rolls, and according to a medical chart, I should probably lose some weight. But why is any of this important? My weight is not currently a concern. For my body type, I am healthy. I eat right and I exercise, and I’m not thin. That’s what my body looks like. But why is my body such an important issue to people? Why can’t we just accept every body type, regardless of how many inches wide their hips are? Why does the size of my bra offend people, whether they are the same size or not? Why is the topic of the human body so offensive to people? Why can’t I love myself without other people being angry at me for the words I chose to describe myself? Every single human body has some amount of fat on it. Some more than others. But why does that mean that it’s okay to make people feel like they are only worth as much or as little as their body possesses? We are made of so many things. Why don’t we talk more about those? Why is everyone so fucking obsessed with weight? Chubby, skinny, curvy, lean, all those worse just describe bodies. Please don’t be angry at me for the words I choose to describe my own. I am learning to love myself. Pound by pound, and inch by inch. Please allow me that. Please accept my body while also knowing that my words and opinions on it in no way change your own. You can be bigger than me, or smaller than me, and calling myself chubby does not mean that you can’t call yourself whatever the hell you want to. Calling myself chubby does not in anyway change what your body looks like. My body type does not affect yours. Please know that.

proctalgia:

Recently I posted a photo set of myself in which I call myself chubby. I got a lot of different responses. People were angry. Angry that I would call myself such a “awful” word. Angry because “if she is chubby then I must be obese.” Fact: the last time I weighed myself I was 160 pounds. Fact: I am 5 feet and 2 inches tall. Granted, weight fluctuates, and since I last weighed myself I have been working to shed a few of those pounds. Not because I think I need to, but because I want to. (if you think I need to, check your priorities and learn to focus on yourself instead of judging others.) According to a lot of medical charts, the best weight for someone my height is around 110 pounds. I was 50 pounds over that. I’d say now I’m probably about 40 pounds over that. A lot of that is muscle. I have thick muscles in my thighs, and I have a layer of fat over probably every part of my body. Am I the healthiest I could be? No. But that’s my business. Am I the most attractive that I could be? To you, maybe not. To other people, I am breath taking. 

I want people to stop acting like being chubby is a bad thing. It’s not. I get yelled at for calling myself chubby because people think it’s bad to be that, and I get yelled at for it because people think that if I am chubby it reflects on their size badly because they think that I am smaller than they are. Maybe I am. I have small features, a small body type, but here is something I know: 

I am chubby. 

It’s not a reflection on you, or your size. It’s not a statement to society. It has nothing to do with anyone else but myself. I am chubby. I have flab and rolls, and according to a medical chart, I should probably lose some weight. But why is any of this important? My weight is not currently a concern. For my body type, I am healthy. I eat right and I exercise, and I’m not thin. That’s what my body looks like. But why is my body such an important issue to people? Why can’t we just accept every body type, regardless of how many inches wide their hips are? Why does the size of my bra offend people, whether they are the same size or not? Why is the topic of the human body so offensive to people? Why can’t I love myself without other people being angry at me for the words I chose to describe myself? Every single human body has some amount of fat on it. Some more than others. But why does that mean that it’s okay to make people feel like they are only worth as much or as little as their body possesses? We are made of so many things. Why don’t we talk more about those? Why is everyone so fucking obsessed with weight? Chubby, skinny, curvy, lean, all those worse just describe bodies. Please don’t be angry at me for the words I choose to describe my own. I am learning to love myself. Pound by pound, and inch by inch. Please allow me that. Please accept my body while also knowing that my words and opinions on it in no way change your own. You can be bigger than me, or smaller than me, and calling myself chubby does not mean that you can’t call yourself whatever the hell you want to. Calling myself chubby does not in anyway change what your body looks like. My body type does not affect yours. Please know that.

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