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# I Love My Body - Fat Girls
- URL: https://dd.malinoix.com/i-love-my-body-fat-girls/
- Published: 2012-11-07T06:00:23.000Z
- Updated: 2012-11-07T06:00:23.000Z
- Author: Maggie Winterton
- Tags: Health & Body, Relationships, Anxiety/Depression, Body Image, Health, Marriage, Singleness, #wordpress, #Import 2026-10-12 13:59

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(c) Desiree Shuey

### I once thought I had this really great idea for one of my next books. I wanted to call it: *For All The Fat Girls: Who Never Thought Their Dreams Could Come True.*

*Whew.*  
 *Long title.*

It took me even *longer* to realize it was kind-of-offensive. Whoops. Maybe that’s because I was used to carrying around the label that:

*I*  
 *Was*  
 *Fat.*

### One thing I know: labels might lie, but clothing labels sure don’t!

Just try putting on a size 9 when you’re a ballooned sized 24\. *Yep*. That was me in high school. Last week, I [mentioned](https://devotionaldiva.com/2012/10/i-love-my-body-hands-and-feet/?ref=dd.malinoix.com) in more detail about my health issues related to eczema, and how I lost the skin off my face and feet.

### The medicine (Prednisone) they gave me made me gain 100 pounds in 10 months.

*Stupid drug.*

### Because of that stupid drug I was *fat,* and I thought no man would ever love me.

When my skin healed though, I finally cycled off 80 of the 100 pounds.

*It took me two years.* 

### That was two years of wearing the *fat girls* label.

Two years of watching my body get massacred with stretch marks and floppy boobs.

I was pretty much doomed to live up in a castle and remain single forever without my handsome prince. Like all other girls, I based my worth on another label:

*My* 
*Relationship* 
*Status.* 

Single sounded so cold and lonely and depressing. And what was even more depressing is that I was single pretty much my entire life except for one boyfriend—but he didn’t last long.

### The more I lived in labels the more I saw the lies for what they were: *Wrong*.

I was desperately seeking truth, and I knew I needed to be able to handle it when it finally came.

*So I spent a year.* 

I devoted my one of my New Year’s Values to:

*Truth.* 

*I’m too much* had to be replaced *I’m just enough.*  
*I’m too loud* was replaced with *passionate.*  
*I’m too aggressive* with *assertive.*  
And *I’m too fat* with….

*Uh-oh. Humm.*

### Come to think of it, I’m not really sure *what* I replaced that lie with.

Instead, I furiously threw myself into business and concentrated my efforts elsewhere.

I graduated college.  
I got a dream job.  
I published a couple of books.

### But nothing seemed to satisfy my insatiable appetite. I *hated* being single.

In my second book *Not Another Dating Book*–I did my best to cover *every* label of relationships I could think of—over 80 in total.

### I wrote about labels that not only plagued me, but singles everywhere.

The bad boy.  
The drama queen.  
The perpetual bridesmaid.  
The nice guy.  
The good girl.

### The list goes on and on and on and on. And for whatever reason grace decided to show up.

*His name was Marc.* 

He asked me out.  
We fell in love.  
He put a ring on my finger.  
And bought me a house.

### My editor gave me a *second chance* to rewrite the ending to my book.

> *“I’m too fat”* became *“he calls me beautiful.”*

\[Slightly edited & originally posted at [POTSC](http://www.potsc.com/labels-lie-2/for-all-the-fat-girls/?ref=dd.malinoix.com)\]