And so it starts...

From Pinterest.

     Let me introduce myself, I am Erin. I am 31 from New Jersey (NOT New Joisseeyy) I am a mom,and an all around good person. Though I have had my tumbles in life, I now embrace everything that I have gone through as life's lessons, and let me tell you life is a hard teacher.

     For years and years I knew that I would be a writer one day I was a writer, I have always been creative in that way. I may not be able to draw or paint or make things out of clay, but I can write. It has just been trying to narrow down what I want to write about. So I figured, recently, that I know me and I have had an interesting life with life's lessons so I decided to share. Now, I am not professing that I know everything; in fact I can be clueless sometimes, but I want to share. So, it may be a meme or a gif. A poem or a quote. Or a story or a joke but I am going to share.

     To get back to the meme that I posted, I am a fat girl, bigger girl, heffalump,plus sized,ham planet, Erin. I weigh more than most women my age, I have struggled with my weight FOREVER (cue The Sandlot jokes here). I never was the small girl that has always been the image of beauty since I can remember. I recall as far back as second grade and being ashamed of how I looked. This feeling of self loathing and being second rate to those that were prettier had a lower number on a scale than I did has been there since the early 90's. I hated Erin. She was fat which automatically transferred to lazy, being a slob, ugly, not worthy of love...and the list of negativity could go on and on. But then, one day I realized that a number on a scale, or the fat around my waist, or the jiggly arms or the fact that my thighs don't have a gap in the middle, doesn't mean anything.
 
    Yes I understand that being overweight is unhealthy, I also realize that being a "Big Beautiful Woman" isn't every one's cup 'o tea. BUT it does not make me ugly. My size does not define me. My character my personality, all those things trump my fat. My caring nature and loving spirit make me Erin, my fat is just something I have.

    I think that it is about time that we stop fat shaming people, especially us females. It is time to embrace who you are no matter what extras you have. I have fat, maybe someone else has moles, or gray hairs, or a crocked nose. All those things are things that we have not who we are.

   Self acceptance is the first thing you need to become happy. Be acceptable of who you are, no matter what label society tries to throw at you. Be confident, radiate a smile. But above all love yourself and the rest of the awesomeness will just fall into place.

Me. glorious me.