I am fat. Yes, I admit it, I am obese. I’ve struggled for years with this, and you know what? I accept it.
I accept that I’m chubby. I accept that I get winded up the stairs. I accept that I probably will not live very long before hypertension, cancer, diabetes, or a bus hurtling down Bonifacio Avenue, comes and gets me smack dab in the butt.
I do not, however, accept that I should be judged solely on physical appearance. I do not accept the totality of my worth being based on the fact that I’m pudgier, heavier, or rounder than any of you.
God accepted and loved me as I am. All of y’all should too.