Once upon a time… not long ago, I was an ignorant hoe, and I’m admitting it! There have been few times when thinness took a seat on the backburner. an interested gentleman caller would prefer my curves to my size 10 and under counterparts. I’ll be frank, though, that in those rare moments of praise of my extra meaty bones,…
A little birdy told me… Insatiable, a new show about fat-shaming, was joining the Netflix originals ensemble. At first glance, I didn’t care for it because (sorry) it was another white girl’s tale. If you haven’t been online, you’ll know initial reactions to the show’s trailer were less than impressed. You’d think a show like this, in 2018, would be pushing the…
Normally, I don’t do dresses. A dress is the one item of clothing that makes me feel less than comfortable in my body. All day long, you’ll pull and fidget with wedgies and length. Plus size dresses in particular make me look ridiculous because of my ass-to-waist ratio. No, that’s not me bragging, and on my low days, I can’t’…
I’ll be vulnerable for a moment… There are still days when I can’t stand living in my body. It puts on more weight when I think I’m eating light, the weight fluctuates, and then I scroll past the many Instagram thots to place my bitterness and envy towards. But you’ve heard this story before. Fat girl goes online, compares herself to…
I’ve become somewhat of an expert… on being the token fat friend to a straight-size person. In nearly all of the “circles” I’ve been a part of, which, in my opinion, isn’t many, I’ve known a backhanded compliment whenever served. And being told I was “not that fat” (the title of this blog post) is a prime example of that.…
