I am

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I am fat. I am beautiful. 

While looking for Chalkboard paint ideas I came across the second image below and it sent me into tears. I feel unattractive and overweight most of the time. There are other factors involved in my feelings of worth surrounding my body, but still; an image like this should not make me sob. At least I realized that and reminded myself that I am fearfully and wonderfully made. I may not believe it 100% of the time, but it doesn't make it any less true.

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