A Curator of Beard

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itwasfearofmyselfthatmademeodd:

Warning, personal rant shit coming up.

I’ve always been the fat kid in my group of friends. Always at the butt of fat jokes and jabs, which I took in my stride and laughed along with, pretending not to be bothered by it. Nobody seemed to realise that it always hurt whenever they made a joke about my weight, and i didn’t want to fall out with my friends so I just let it be.

When I was younger I was bullied about my weight quite a bit, and having grown up in a nasty, horrible little neighbourhood I was often called horrible names and picked on by scummy little chavs living in my area. I’ve always been extremely self-conscious about being fat because of that. Even going to the pub with my dad always results in snide little remarks and banter with his friends. I’ve never been comfortable having my shirt off anywhere, and spent beach holidays feeling self-conscious all the time.

But for the first time in my life, I just don’t give a shit. Yes, I have a double chin, big belly, manboobs and fat little fingers. It doesn’t help that i’m a shortass, which makes it worse. But right now, I just don’t care. I have a beautiful girlfriend who loves me regardless, I have a brilliant group of friends that I wouldn’t trade for anyone, and I have a loving family.

I’m happier right now than I have been in as long as I remember, and i’m actually feeling confident about myself for the first time in my life. So what if i’m a fat shortarse? I’m not ugly, I try to be a good person, and I have the most incredible girl in my life. What more could I ask for?

This has been a self-confidence post. ;)

(via benvolio73)