Early on, I realized that being “chubby” wasn’t perceived to be such a good thing. With tears rolling down my cheeks, I cried to my Mom while holding my belly fat, saying something to the affect of “I don’t want this. How do I get rid of it?” In her loving voice, she assured me of my beauty and told me I was just fine the way I was (Aren’t I fortunate to have such a wonderful Mom?). She went on to explain how…