TFR: Part I, a continuation.

I feel like I have more to say concerning yesterday's entry.

Maybe a year after I wrote that, I started doing the things on my list that I said I would wait for. I realized that I shouldn't have to wait to wear nice clothes, to look good. I slowly started changing my wardrobe. It was hard, considering I had very little money, no job, and more. But I started.
My wardrobe changed and grew. I got a hair cut. Most importantly, I realized that I loved myself. And I really do. I didn't put my life on hold, and I'm glad that I didn't.

I'm so much happier now! Then, years ago, I would hide myself in any way I could. I wore dark, baggy clothes. I wouldn't go out in public if I could avoid it. I was usually quiet, submissive, anything I could do to be looked over. When I started to love myself, love who I was, my confidence rose. I would talk more, smile more. I'd dance down the street when walking my dog, sing out loud in public with no shame. I realized that not all attention was bad, and the smiles and laughs that I got always overpowered the disapproving frowns and sneers.
One of the biggest changes was my decision that it didn't matter that I got laughed at or made fun of. Should I care what those people think about me? Obviously, if they thought it was alright to laugh or make fun of someone for being different, they must not be good people. I have no desire to socialize with people like that.

This entry is becoming really ranty. But I think I've got a good amount of what I wanted to say out.

I've got a Part II to "The Fat Problem" sitting in my flash drive. I haven't read it yet, I don't remember what it says, but I hope it's a little less painful then the first one.

I guess we'll see!
-Marissa