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of people telling me I was to “fat” for the cute clothes. All the plus sized clothes I seen looked like

anging me. I was happy with who I was. It’s not my fault they can’t deal with so

o, we went to a club especially for us “fat” people, and the ones that ador

a place where they can go and feel beautiful. Most nights I just ignore eve

I was some pig. He told his buddies they should leave since I most likel

face. I would be beautiful if only I could lose some weight

ways had big hips with a big chest to match. I try not to let these things bother me,

enough for a quickie, but not to be seen in public with. Well, I was done with all that. It was going to

ll be the best kind of revenge. I don’t do toxic, so I have cut ties with family and so-called friends that brought me down. I am liv