Hello There!

Hi there, its good to know you.

My name is... (clears throat)... sorry can I try that again

My name is, my name is...(sigh) Fat-ass, Pig, Sdudla, Fatty, Whelephant, Mafutha, Cheese Hog, Magarine, Roundy, Scatha, Buffalo, Beached Whale, BBW, Boomba, Oros...These are the names you call me.

Actually let me just cut this long drag of an introduction and get to the point. Fact is you know me, you know me too well.  I stay in your neighbourhood, to some I am considered a friend, we went to school together, I am a sibling too, we work together and now and again you bump onto me when walking down town. Still clueless?

Let me refresh your forgetful memory and say I am that biggie you always give a side look in a restaurant when  enjoying my juicy stake with ribs, french fries on the side and that sweet red velvet cake. AHA! Now you get it! Yes, that fat-ass who always walks out with a cross face in your local clothing store. Thats Me!  Last week you just had a good laugh about how ridiculously FAT I am and how my thie would be sufficient feed to poverty stricken Ethopia and still have left overs. So I thought perhaps its time you really know me. I want you to know what ticks me off, what makes me dance (although I sometimes struggle to), what excites me and who I really am.

Everyday of my life I am a plus-size human being with dreams, ambitions and a zest for living like any other determined individual. I am fun to be with, I enjoy good company and can laugh till the sun goes down and YES, I enjoy good FOOD. But, there is something you don't know about me- the embarrasment I face daily. Every single day of my life I am branded with names. My identity is somewhat concluded by the way I look, from Fatty to Sdudla but nobody knows the struggle I go through daily. The pain, the shame, the setbacks and insults I have to endure.

Okey, I start my days like most of you, wake up, have my morning devotions, take a shower, have breakfast and look for what to wear- oh! what a mission. Now, because I am huge I go for my black, navy or grey items- apparently they make me look slim. White and Yellow are my enemies. But not that looking huge is an issue I am comfortable with the way I look. BIG is SEXY anyway and no matter what you say I dont give a doughnut. I'll just eat it too instead.
 Alright, now we are ready to face the world. First, I have to double check that my two or three layer tummy is tucked in properly, my wholoping ass is well contained and I can atleast pick up a pen and bend with out having a button-pop or even worse...you know what.

But wait, lets look at this picture in detail oncemore. Firstly, I carefully pay attention to the colour of my clothing because it makes me feel 'Normal' and 'Slim' yet I go on to say "But not that looking huge is an issue I am comfortable with the way I look. BIG is sexy anyway and no matter what you say I dont give a doughnut"...? How twisted is that. Well I do it anyway because eventhough publicly I say "I am okey with being a size 45 or 54" secretly I am dying to be a size 32 or 34.

So here I am standing in my door-step, I take a deep breath and begin to walk, deep inside I am hoping that today I will not come across any individual who will make remarks about my size. I am hoping for no back chats and I really wish that taxi driver will not squeeze in a fouth person in a three seater meanwhile making me look like mother hippo with several baby hippos. Just today, I honestly wish people will not pay attention to how I look but what I have to say and what i can offer the universe. But sadly, how you look is exactly how you're defined in my society.

The following are FACTS I need you to know about me:

1, Firstly, those names, fatty, boomba and whale don't really sound nice to my ears. They put me down, remind me of how inadequate I am and how low your view of me is.

2, Secondly, just so you know I wouldn't be wearing black if it wasn't of your nasty remarks about how hugely I dominate the surface.

3, Yes, I have an eating problem because you contributed to eat. Remember that side look you gave me in that restaurant? Well, it didnt make me feel guilty. Instead it made me wish I had a table packed with fat cakes, cheese cakes, steaks and lots and lots of fat.

4, Seemingly you are clued up about my disorders. Your constant emphasy on how I am not taking good care of myself makes me wonder. Well, so you know I am I am just struggling and you are not helping.

Okey, you are not entirely to blame for my shortcomings, I also need to work on my eating habits but I want you to be aware that I am still human and NO making fun about my size isn't fun to me.

I want you to know that I have a personality as big as my belly size, a heart and warm as my intimate hug and pants size does not define me.

I have a name, I have emotions, I have daily battles you are not aware of and Yes I need you to know me and not what you think I am about and unless you've been in my position, your right to scrutinise me has been silenced.

I am ME and my SIZE does not define ME.

THIS IS A COLLECTIVE VOICE OF ALL THE PLUS-SIZE PEOPLE YOU HAVE COME ACROSS IN YOUR LIFE. ALTHOUGH THEY NEVER HAD A CHANCE TO SAY THIS TO YOU, DEEP INSIDE THEY WISHED YOU KNEW!

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Spitch.