The Beauty in Clothes Being Tight

When I was younger, I was so insecure.  I was mean to other children because I figured I can lash out at them before they came back and called me the F word–FAT! In high school, I was the largest of the four girls in my small crew and it was painfully obvious that teenage boys did not see my body as voluptuous and thick, but again, the F word.  In college, at an all white school, the same.  In my twenties, with personal growth and acceptance and men who repeatedly explained how beautiful I was and not just in the face (as I had heard times before), I got over my insecurities. Recently, I have had slight urges to work out and get a “hot body,” but have been unmotivated because I truly love myself now.  Today, I put on an outfit and it was a bit snug…the kind of snug that requires assistance in pulling up a zipper.  Often times when a woman cannot fit into her clothing she gets discouraged and sometimes goes for the treat in the refrigerator that got her there and then you are reminded of the Beauty: the Beauty in getting an extra push, the Beauty in feeling good about yourself in spite of needed improvements on the outside, the Beauty in getting healthier, the Beauty in people who help you pull zippers up and don’t make you feel bad about it, the Beauty having two children and still looking good, the Beauty in clothes being tight.

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