So this is a picture of me taken a couple of weeks ago.
Obviously too drunk having the time of my life wearing a polkadot playsuit.

I overheard a guy in a pub call me “chubby” recently and it upset me for a while.
But then I thought, fuck it…I’m a UK size 16 trying to get down to no smaller than a 14 because (brace yourselves here) I finally feel for the first time in my life that just because you’re not skinny it doesn’t mean you are genuinely not beautiful. 

I’m pretty much the size I’m meant to and will always be. I love my body, and I know it’s not perfect but it’s all mine and I have to look after it and love it.

And on top of that I get more than enough male attention, so go figure.