One thing about Nigerians is that they forever and ever will say whatever is on their mind whether it hurts you or not.
I’ve always been a fat girl and I say fat because ‘FAT’ is just an adjective used to describe something or someone. no one goes around saying ” look at you, you’re so tall” as an insult so why should I take a description of myself as an insult? even with that mindset, people will still have to find a way to make sure it hurts you. I don’t know why but I guess I don’t really care. Now let’s get to my hustle story.
I attended a friend wedding a year ago, it was such a wonderful experience, I saw a lot of people I went to secondary school with and we took pictures but it wasn’t until after those pictures were posted that I realized a lot of the girls keeping a distance from me, I mean they were all hugged up on each other but the ones at my side gave me quite a distance while they went ahead hugging and loving on each other. This made me feel very uncomfortable and then I started looking and comparing my body with the other girls.
it was the first time I had ever felt that way, the feeling of unworthiness and ugliness; it made me so pissed, and then I realized that throughout that week I had subconsciously compared myself to all the girls I saw on tv in music videos or movies. I even cried myself to sleep on a particular night; so pathetic!
I honestly started questioning if all the bad things that happened to me in my life were because of my weight: the breakups passed over opportunities, and several other things that I can write about here.
The turnaround point for me was when I realized that I no longer enjoyed my meals, I would think so much about what I was eating and if I deserved food seeing as I was this fat. that was when I knew it had gotten real toxic and that I had to do something about it.
two weeks later I enrolled myself at a gym and somehow “friendlied” my way into getting a trainer, he helped me with meal planning and workouts, in no time I noticed I was losing weight and money too.
I mean I was paying for gym sessions, paying my trainer, buying healthy food which by the way is expensive, and not to mention my transportation to and fro. I had to find a way to make money as fast as I was losing it and that was when my trainer came up with the idea of selling my clothes, after all, they had become too big for me, and honestly, that made so much sense.
it was simple really all I did was get a mannequin, some nice props laundered my clothes, and took pictures of them. I posted the pictures online and luckily for me, I got some buyers.
when I realized how lucrative the thrifting world was I decided to take it to the next level and make a brand out of it, I created Phatfit! a clothing line for plus-size girls and women and I packaged the hell out of my brand. From branded labels, Plastic bags, and everything else.
I even got plus-size models to wear my clothes and in three months I had reached five thousand followers.
Fast forward to now, Phatfit! has a total number of Thirty thousand followers and counting with two celebrity ambassadors, and right now I’m a size 12 from being a size 24, wont God do it?
And remember my trainer? I married him and we run a fitness program together.