I am painfully aware of my physical imperfections when I think about boys. Moreover, I am painfully aware of my physical imperfections when I think about a specific boy. Isn’t that always the case? Isn’t that why girls flick their hair and adjust their shirts when boys are around? They want to look perfect. I am definitely not the exception here, though I sometimes wish I was. The most prominent parts of my struggle as a Beautiful Fat Girl stem from my deeply rooted desire to be held and loved by a knight in shining armor (pardon the cheese). And so, when I am around the boy that I can’t help falling for, all of my insecurities amalgamate in to one simple thought: I am not good enough for him.
Perhaps that is true, perhaps I am not good enough for him. But I refuse to believe that my weight has anything to do with that. I refuse to believe that this incredible guy that-for some reason or another-has captured my attention, would rule out a girl because of her size. But then again, perhaps I am simply a blissful romantic. Who knows. Only time will tell.
I spent so much time on this because I know that a lot of my stories as a Beautiful Fat Girl will revolve around my helpless crush on this wonderful guy, who we will call Handsome Tall Boy.
Until next time,
Beautiful Fat Girl
P.s, though I have a diploma in a frame on my wall… my spelling and grammar continue to be somewhat of a struggle for me. So please bare with me as I stumble through these stories and posts.