My Body Wants to Be Fat — and I'm Not Going to Stop It Anymore

I’m done forcing my body to be thin

Judith Victoria

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Cursing, I stepped off the scale. The weight gain wasn’t a surprise — my pants don’t fit anymore, and my bras can’t contain my breasts. But seeing the actual number made it somehow more real.

So I did what I always do; I committed myself to lose weight. But for the first…

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Judith Victoria

Essays on life, love, and other lousy stuff. Otherworldly flash fiction & romantic short stories. Failing forward. Perpetually amazed.