After Chrissy Metz’s open letter to her teenage self, I thought it might be therapeutic to write a letter to past me. Strange right? But self-love is an ongoing process, so let’s keep an open mind. Where to start… well kiddo, you are going to go through a LOT of shit. Seriously it’s going to feel never ending. But it will get better, and it will be totally worth it. Don’t let it take you down. I know you’ll try to harm yourself and take all the mean girls to heart. It

I see you all the time. You’re tugging on your ill-fitted clothes and fidgeting with your hair hoping to fade into the background. You pray that no one sees you or says anything so you can have a good day. Society has made it clear; you shouldn’t be out and you are not acceptable. You only deserve to be noticed only if you’re being shamed.

I’m Kitty and I’m a happy fat girl. I know it almost seems like an oxymoron in today’s society, but fat is just a word. You only give power to words through the way you react to them. I have fat on my body — I am not defined by my fat. If someone wanted to write me off simply for having fat then it’s no loss to me, but entirely their loss for not getting to know my awesomeness. I didn’t always feel this way though so I figure I should tell you the story