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[image: Post Secret 4/4/2010]
My Ex constantly told me that I was fat, chubby, and/or disgusting. I am 5’7″ and when we were together weighed somewhere between 125 and 135 pounds. I was a size 2 most of the time. He, on the other hand, was close to 250 when we met and closer to 300 when we broke up. Yet he still always questioned my decision to order dessert or skip a workout.
This secret hit me so hard today, right in that Reeses-peanut-butter-cup-loving place in my gut. Several years later I have gained twenty pounds, am currently polishing off a bowl of mini Cadbury eggs, and absolutely will not tolerate anyone criticizing my curvy size 8. I’m beautiful and I’m happy.
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