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They way you dress makes me smile

They way you dress makes me smile

“When I see the way you dress, it makes me smile.”

A coworker stopped me in the hall today.

She told me that the way I dress makes her smile. I always look nice and that the way I dress is my own. When she sees others wearing similar clothes, she thinks to herself, “Oh, he’s dressed like Matt.”

It was a new experience for me.

I’ve been the slovenly fat guy my entire life. I’m not handsome. I’m fat and balding.

For years, I avoided having my picture taken. Mirrors, too. 

I didn’t like what I saw when I looked at them. I didn’t like looking at myself.

No. That isn’t strong enough.

I hated looking at myself.

I told myself, “When I lose weight.”

But, the last few months have been different.

For 30 years the entire world has told me I am aesthetically unpleasing. The fat guy doesn’t look good. He is the funny loser or the hopeless nerd. 

He’s the sidekick, not the hero.

Today, I didn’t feel that way.

Today, I felt like the hero.

Published by M.A. Brotherton

M.A. Brotherton is a writer, blogger, artist, and fat-kid from the suburbs of Kansas City, Missouri. He’s tasted a little bit of everything the Midwest has to offer, ranging from meth-tweaking rednecks in massive underground cave complexes to those legendary amber waves of grain. When he’s not writing, he spends most of his time screwing around on the internet.

4 thoughts on “They way you dress makes me smile”

  1. thebackyardpoet says:

    Another well penned piece. I applaud you for not letting the outside you corrupt the inside you. You have chosen to let the inside you dictate who the outside you will be.

    1. M.A. Brotherton says:

      It is a work in progress. But, I think I’m making headway.

  2. AH says:

    I feel like this all the time. I feel fat and ugly. I feel when people look at me they see me as worthless and lazy. I wasn’t always fat but something happened as I grew into my teenage years. People scoff when I say “no, I really don’t eat all that much.” It can be very depressing. I hate mirrors and pictures of myself.

    1. M.A. Brotherton says:

      The world goes out of its way to make us feel this way. My goal is to find a way to prove it wrong. For myself and others.

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