Since I was a kid, my description was the “Pretty, but Fat Girl”. People have called my thunder thighs and told me that people my size aren’t supposed to wear “sexy” clothes. I’ve hid my body from the world for so long, and I’m tired of it . I earned this body . I’ve eaten good food, nutritious food; I’ve ran miles and miles, my skin has changed from sand color to caramel . My stretch marks cover my entire body and tell a story of a girl who was made fun of . And now I’m ready to just be me . My body is beautiful. My body helps me survive each day. My body has been through twenty-one glorious years. My body is one semester away from a double major bachelor’s degree. My body had laughed and loved and cried and healed . I’m ready to love my body . For all that it is and all that it will be.