Yesterday, I had no idea what to write for this post… That is, until I got dressed that morning and my wings (aka arm fat) were struggling to fit through the sleeves. When I still worked in retail, one of the benefits was the employee discount. DUH!! The store I worked at was expensive as shit and as per usual,…
Before we knew fat-shaming had a word… I was getting fat-shamed aaaaalll the time when I was a kid stuffing stuffing into my mouth every Thanksgiving. I would fill up my plate with sweet potatoes, ham, biscuits, turkey, turnips, and more sweet potatoes (I was a kid, c’mon, dude) until it practically almost toppled over. But since then, my plate’s only gotten…
