Love how you were made

..... I have gotten my fair share of public opinions 

and friendships.  

I am amongst the people with the most nastiest

 of experiences when it comes to friends and

 what most people think about body types.

 I will constantly choose my peace over these 

overemphasized so called besties and self made 

body analyzers who think they can tell you how to 

look, in other to fit in. 

 Let me explain one of many experiences I have

 had over the years.

 I grew up knowing I was structurally different

 from all of my peers it was for this reason some 

people’s attitude towards me made me feel less 

confident in all I do. 

There are nights I stayed up waxing my face, 

limbs and tummy, while during the day, I am busy 

deliberating on food strikes because I hate being

 a thick, hairy, dark and curvy woman . I used to

 lay all day on my bed, imagining how beautiful I

 could have been if I was lean with a flat tummy.

 Long story short, by twenty-five I was diagnosed

 with Bulimia along side loads of other eating

 disorders and also suicidal tendencies, all

 because I decided to listen to the definition of

 body types from the street or where so ever. Now

 I am thirty I still look thick and hairy, I am married

 with two kids and they are both thick and hairy. I

 am going to spend time teaching them the

 confidence I never had that almost killed me. My

 whole tear was, I would not fit in because this is

 how most of my friends put it to me, but now I

 don’t care if I am uncool, hence I am alive . 

Love how you were made.

© Sathela Mary