Practice, and a constant refrain of “fuck YOU fuck OFF motherfucker MOVE i am way out of your league” etc. running through my head.
Basically, fake it til you make it. Or the nice version, courtesy of Kyeli Smith - what you do will become true.
As flippant as that sounds, I’m dead serious. Practice. I spent time looking at myself in the mirror and reminding myself that I look a lot like many of the gorgeous fatties on blogs like this, and if I can think they’re beautiful, then there’s no reason I can’t be, too.
Deliberate media immersion is the other half of this - you’ve got step one by finding this blog. Follow us, follow fyeahchubbyfashion, follow…idk I can’t think of my favorite FA blogs right now, but find them, follow them, bask in a steady stream of images of fat people doing cool stuff and looking good doing it, roll around in those images and swim in them until they slowly, slowly, bit by bit by piece by minute by hour by day start to outweigh the counter-flood of negative representation in the mainstream media.
It will take time. It will not be fast or easy necessarily. There will be days where you genuinely rock the fuck out and strut down the street without even noticing if there are negative looks coming your way because you genuinely don’t care. There will be days where you’re telling yourself “head up, stand tall, fuck them if they don’t like you what does their opinion matter to your life anyway, pretend you’re walking hand in hand with [sexy favorite celebrity of your choice] and everyone’s just jealous” and forcing yourself to look calm and disinterested or happy or whatever image you want to project, while you’re just trying to hold yourself together inside. There will be days where you can’t manage even that much and hide yourself behind sunglasses and music playing in your earbuds as a barrier between you and the world. Even the most confident of us have those days too. Don’t beat yourself up for “failing” to be confident. Be gentle with yourself - you can’t hate yourself into happiness.
Any time you start talking shit to yourself, stop and ask yourself if you’d say that to your favorite FA blogger or fatshion blogger. If you wouldn’t, why not? And why are you willing to say it to yourself, then?
Time. Practice. Work. Positive media saturation. Sheer force of FUCK YOU. And lots of patience while you work through it.
Go forth and be the fucking amazing motherfucker I know you can be.