Nobody Sees How Fat I am

My Struggles With Body Image

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I made a sandwich with mayonnaise, mustard, lettuce, and cheese with chips on the side for breakfast. I started my period, so I’ll have whatever the fuck I want. While chowing down on my sandwich, my husband sits next to me with his green smoothie containing vitamins and fruit and shit.

I start crying. I blame it on my period.

“This is why I’m fat and you’re not,” I say to my husband who disregards my words and rolls his eyes.

My husband proceeds to tell me, “why don’t you write about how you think you’re fat and literally everyone around you disagrees with you and thinks you’re ridiculous for saying that?”

He laughed when I told him that I was going to write, instead, about how nobody sees how fat I am.

I’m not going to go into the details about my height and weight because I feel like it is irrelevant when a woman struggles with self-image issues. Instead, I’m going to share the thoughts that…