There are worse things you can take to heart than being called fat or chubby. Do you know why? Because being fat or chubby isn’t wrong. It isn’t bad. I’ve got a double chin. I’ve got big ol’ thunder thighs, too. And I’ve got a nice big belly to go with the both of those. I couldn’t possibly care less. It’s taken me years to be okay with that. It’s taken me an eating disorder to be okay with that. And it’s taken me an exercise addiction on top of that, to be okay with that. Your only competitor is yourself. The only person whose opinion should matter, is your own. People like to assume that because a girl is fat that she’s got low self esteem because of it. That she should be pitied. That a fat girl couldn’t possibly think she was attractive, or beautiful, or confident because of her weight. Now, some of us aren’t confident because of it. But why shouldn’t you be? Your weight doesn’t, and will never, define who you are or your worth as a human being. Love your body, regardless of how it looks: fat, lumpy, riddled with stretch marks, wrinkles, love handles. Love it. Recognize it for what it is, and for what you are. Because no matter what you look like, no matter what your size—I can guarantee you that you are beautiful.