I’m about 25 pounds overweight.
I’m not proud or ashamed of this fact. I’ve been thinner and heavier than I am now.
Depression plays a part in this.
Growing up in a strict food-controlled home with a thin mother who always complained she was fat plays a part in this. A mother who only complemented my body when I was stick thin though my friends were worried about me.
Growing up poor plays a part in this.
However: I am no less worthy of love, respect or affection because of the current state of my body.
I am not a punch line.