I am HUGE in Japan

The entire country of japan is the size of a family Sedan.  I’m not kidding. Living in Japan and other Asian countries for a total of 6 years has really taken its toll!!   I seriously thought I was fat.  I wore the second to last size jeans they offered in most Asian markets and I was embarrassed. Sometimes old Asian men and women would come up to me and tell me “OOOHh!! You’re soooo biggg!!!!” I even heard a “chubby , chubby girl” once.

Guess what size pants I wear?

2/4.

I know I need to embrace my body, love it for what it is, but this was during a critical point in my life; the beginning of my puberty years.  I felt horrible on the inside, i felt ugly.  I was fat.

When I moved back to the US a few years ago I was far from “fat” I was actually on the small side and I’ve even been called “skinny” up North.  And I look like I have “been starved and anorexic” down South. I just hope that now I have matured enough to know that I am not fat, my  body is perfectly normal, and I am beautiful no matter what they say because words can’t bring me down.