“I’m sick and tired of people thinking their opinion on my weight, or how I dress, or what I say is somehow important. What is important is how I see myself.” I slam a finger into my chest. “And I love me. I’m beautiful, I’m hot, I’m sexy. I didn’t defend myself to him last year, but I sure as hell will now. I’m fucking awesome and my worth isn’t determined by him or anyone else. People like him are a dime a dozen, but me? I’m rare.
