Things are about to get real for a moment for anyone reading this.

I'm just going to cut to the chase, the only good thing about being the 'fat friend' is that people give you hugs, but the downside is because you’re “just so squishy.”

Well thanks for making a warming, friendly gesture turn into a broken record.

You guessed it, I am that fat friend.

If you as well, are that ‘fat friend’ then I applaud you.

I applaud you for the amount of times you haven’t eaten in public or didn't get what you really wanted because you felt so self-conscious.

I applaud you for going to the mall with your friends even though you couldn’t buy anything from the store because they didn’t carry your size.

I do applaud those however that shop in the plus size section in some stores because even though I do, I still feel as though everyone is staring.

I applaud you for sitting there and listening to your 130 pound friend call themselves fat and I applaud you for repeatedly listening to “You’re beautiful no matter what size you are” or “You’re not fat!” (also from the 130 pound friend that just called themselves fat).

I applaud you for sitting there as your group of friends made fun of a heavy set person while you sat their thinking about what they said about you behind your back.

Maybe we need new friends? I know it isn’t just me that has thought that one before.

If you’re anything like me, you are self-conscious about every single thing you do, so you plan ahead.

You convince your friends to avoid a ride at the amusement park because you know you won’t fit in the seat, having large hips, but your excuse is just that you hate that ride.

You get to class early and slightly move the desks apart just incase you have to get up in the middle of class and no one has to see you struggle to get out of the aisle. But in another case, you don’t get out of your seat at all because you can feel people staring at you as your thigh knocks over someone’s paper.

You sit in the last seat so no one can see your butt be twice the size of the chair you’re sitting in, even if you can’t see the notes on the board.

Oh and forget about high school gym or any gym for that matter. You change in the bathroom stalls that are in the locker room so no one can see you showing any sort of skin because god forbid anyone sees your fat.

In the cafeteria, you make sure you carry your plate a certain way to your table so people don’t judge you on the amount of food you have and if you get any sort of dessert, you hold it discreetly so no one sees the amount of sugar you're about to take in.

You won’t work at certain places because for their uniform, you would have to tuck your shirt in. For me that was a complete no.

Being the fat friend has barely any perks, but they are there. There’s always those friends that have relationship issues all the time, but for being the fat friend you barely have to deal with that. Most people surprisingly go to you for relationship advice even though you have the least experience.

But bravo for those heavy girls rocking the taken relationship status on Facebook.

Another simplistic perk would be not having to deal with pervs trying to creep into your DMs. It’s the simple things in life.

Even though having creeps out of your DMs is great, it sucks seeing all of your friends happy with their partner and you’re stuck on the sideline because your crush would never notice ‘someone like you.’

There are always those times where someone tells you they like you and your instant reaction is 'you're joking right?' or someone compliments you and you completely disregard it because big girls don't date or get called pretty right?

A 'big girl's' best friend isn't diamonds. Clothes are a great hiding spot. I would be one of many, that has hidden in clothes.

I have worn baggy clothes almost all my life. I have just now, my freshman year of college, started dressing ‘like a girl’ all thanks to Charlotte Russe for creating a plus size section that doesn’t contain everything in my grandma’s closet.

During high school I refused to wear leggings. That was until my friend practically forced me to in tenth grade, because I knew how much cellulite I had and the rest of the world didn’t need to.

I have never worn a dress or shorts to school because my calves are the size of tree trunks, but go you to the girls that dress in what they want.

To this day I still refuse to go swimming without a T-Shirt on. I would be asked all the time as to why I had it on and my answer? I would tell them it was because I burned too easily, but if you truly knew me you’d know that is a complete lie because I’m Italian and rarely burn. The truth was that I hate my arms and the way they look, so a T-Shirt was my best friend in the summer.

Although there are many suckish things about being that ‘fat friend’, I applaud you for being yourself.

I applaud you for not letting those high school bullies get to you.

I applaud you for sticking to your group of friends that don’t realize what they say.

I applaud you for going out to a party in that dress.

I applaud you for making bad situations work for you.

I applaud you for realizing you are the ‘fat friend.’

Some may say that coming to terms with the fact that you could be the fat friend isn’t okay, but to me it is because I have come to terms with who I am and I can either wear that proudly or change something about it. It’s up to me because it is my life.