Shut Ugly Up

Shut Ugly Up.. 


I’m a big woman. Everything about me is big. Big personality, big mouth, big lips, big muscular legs, big in height and if categorized big in shape. Plus size really. And if you follow the BMI (body measurement index -which doesn’t take into account body frame and/or muscle) then I would be considered obese…. 

Ha! Obese is such a nasty negative term. I’d rather use the term fat. Fat to me doesn’t mean ugly it means lots of body fat. Which is the truth … I’m fat. It doesn’t bother me. I’ve been mistaken to be pregnant a few times.. “oh congrats on carrying ” the person says. I say “congrats to what ? My fatness ? I’m fat not pregnant”…. I know harsh right but if you’re ignorant enough to
make a comment about my body without verification then I get to response in a ignorant manner. I do enjoy making people feel stupid in a stupid moment. 

Many woman use the saying ” I’m fat” which in many cases means their having a ” I feel ugly or I’m having a self esteem issue day or even a ” I’m having a negative mental health day” but god forbid…we use those terms. People might think we need an intervention.
If my leg hurts and I say I’m having leg pain. Why can’t I say I’m having mental health pain? I’m having emotional pain in my brain? Because nowadays if you have even situational mental health you’re a danger to yourself and to society…. you are labelled and stereotyped and discriminated against …. but that’s another blog. 

Sooo back to fat…. “I’m a big fine woman and I’ll back that ass up”… lol. True, I will…even during my worst pain … put me in the Caribbean, put on some Reegea.. I can Wine like nobody’s business….ya mon.
So I’m in Jamaica celebrating 2 special events with my family and then… smack right in my face… an ugly day. I can’t get away from it. It follows me around like a lost stray Caribbean cat looking for food.      

I look in the mirror.. I see an ugly and obese woman. She’s tired and in pain. She’s bloated and in pain. She can barely use her hands. She can barely walk. Whether she covers her body up or is naked, the feelings remain the same. She starts barking at her kid and husband, no longer the fun mom and wife…. she’s no longer the invisible hero. She’s become the visible asshole for invisible reasons. She takes a break from her loved ones. Hides in a stall in the air conditioned washrooms and has a silent cry. She reminds herself that she’s here to enjoy herself. She’s earned it and so has her family. There’s is no place here for Mr. Lupus and Mrs. RA nor body image depression. They weren’t invited nor do they have a ticket. They are not welcomed. She decides to take an Advil with some Appleton Rum… short term fix.
There’s no place for self body shaming and reminds herself that she has earned her fat. She’s had hormones and meds injected in her, she had a high risk pregnancy with a 8.5lb baby (and stayed within healthy preggers weight) that was ALL belly. She never just lays around unless she’s extremely ill and she is living through everyday. She is living like normal despite the pain.
So you know what she did… She did her make up and hair, put on a pretty dress. She got through her night and those fat thoughts disappeared. She even wore a bikini the next day… just cause. She lived anyway… 

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