Don’t Let Them Get To You
Hey can you do another nate maloley one like “you are perfect” :)? Thanks love
Can you do a cute imagine or smut about you being insecure about your body bc your thick but Nate telling you he loves that bc there’s more to grab on to etc. Btw I love your blog babe
‘Why would she wear that?’
‘There’s some things a girl like her can wear and this is not one of them.’
Those were some out of many comments left under the picture Nate posted of me on his instagram.
Something out of the everyday things I read about me.
You’d think after seeing so many girls with a body like mine some bitter bitches would stop calling me fat or a slut.
And you’d also think no matter how many times I read these comments that I wouldn’t let them get to my head. But that didn’t happen either.
So many comments about my thighs looked so big and that they didn’t want to see how they looked like when I sat down. How my ass was too big and they didn’t know how I even fit into a pair of jeans.
Those things hurt. I try not to let them get to me but I just can’t help it. It gets me down.
Countless times I would spend in front of the mirror in the walk in closet examining my body. Check the countless flaws I had.
I was in love with my curves before I got with Nate. There was a time in our relationship where no body knew me, I was still in the dark. Nate made me feel so beautiful. Like I was some sort of goddess. But then Nate’s fans found out about me. And no matter what Nate did, that feeling of being a goddess went away.
These people know exactly what to say to break down your self esteem.
Nate thinks it doesn’t get to me, that I just brush it off my shoulder and go on with my life. I honestly wish I can do that.
I let out a sigh as I set my phone aside. The comments getting me down making me feel like I just wanna curl up in a ball and never leave my house again.
No matter what I did, dieting and working out, it never helped me out.
Like I said before, Nate’s fans know how to tear me down with words. I walk into my closet and start pulling down the clothes that revealed me too much.
In just a few minuets I had a huge pile of clothes on the floor. I finally had enough. I wasn’t going to give them a reason to start saying something about the way I look in certain clothes.
“Whatcha doin babe?” I jumped at the sound of Nate’s voice. I turn and face him. He was looking down at the pile of clothes then back at me, concern written all over his face.
“Uh.. Just cleaning out the closet. Getting rid of some of the clothes that I don’t wear anymore.” I turn back towards the clothes and start taking more down.
“But you just got half of these.” I turn around and see him going through the pile of clothes.
“Uh… I changed my mind on liking them. Might give them to someone who does. I don’t know.” I mumble. I hear him let out a sigh.
He grabs both my hands and takes me away from the clothes. “It’s about the comments isn’t it?” I let out a shaky breath and put my head down.
He lets out another sigh and wraps his arms around me. “Baby, it is about all that shit ain’t it?” I felt my body start to shake in his arms. The tears falling down. My walls crashed down. He wraps his arms tighter around me as I cried.
Every hurtful word crashing down on me making me cry even harder. “I’m sorry baby girl. Why didn’t you tell me these words were getting to you.”
“I didn’t want to seem weak. I wanted to show you that whatever your fans throw at me I can handle. This is just one I couldn’t” I say weakly.
“You can’t always be strong babe. There are things that is gonna bring you. You should’ve told me baby girl.” He sits down on the floor, bringing me on his lap.
“Their words. It gets too much to the point where I start believing it. I’m big Nate. And nothing I do can make me small.” He kisses the side of my head and holds me closer to his body.
“You’re not big babe. You’re curvy. You’re not fat baby, not all. You got cushion in all the right places. Don’t listen to what they have to say. They think that a perfect body is the body they have and anyone who doesn’t have it is some sort of whore. They’re pieces of shits babe.”
My crying soon died down. “You’re perfect to me baby girl. You don’t need to lose weight or work on your thighs or ass. More cushion for me to grab on to. You’re body is fuckin amazing. You’re fuckin amazing. Don’t listen to what they have to say. Keep rocking this amazing body of yours. Don’t hide your body. Don’t be ashamed of it. You’re gorgeous.” He continues to kiss the side of my head as he whispered to me. “Don’t ever forget that. These girls are just jealous that you have this body and you have me.” He buries his face in my neck causing me to let out a giggle due to his scruff tickling me.
He was right. I was perfect. Everyone is perfect with the body they have. And just because I have curves doesn’t mean that I sleep around a lot or anything else. I am perfect and I don’t need to change my body.
We stayed on the floor for a little while longer as I finally calmed down. “You good now?” I nod my head as he lifts us up. He turns me around to face him and looks me deep in the eyes. “Next you ever have this feelin, you need to tell me. No hiding this shit from me. Don’t let them get to you baby. When ever you come across shit like that you remember what I said today. You’re fuckin perfect.”
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