Once upon a time I believed all the fashion and style guides that said chubby girls looked best in black because it’s slimming. And we all know that slim = beautiful and worthwhile.
Lies. Lies that I bought in to for far too many years.
My wardrobe used to make it look like I was in mourning. Or goth.
While I still have trouble accepting my body as is, I’ve learned that my value doesn’t actually come from where I land on society’s acceptable body scale. It takes years to unlearn all the the thought patterns. They so much deeper than we think. It’s a process, but I’m getting there.
Now I wear as much color as I like.
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