Tolstoy spun it right when he said, "All unhappy families are alike; each family is unhappy in its own way ( Read more... )

If I had one piece of advice for plus-sized clothing manufacturers, it would be this: Hey! I already know I'm fat, so for fuck's sake, make some clothes in a colour other than black, ok? Kthnxbye.

Weird couple of days ( Read more... )

Pap tests are like the most intense date of your life - and if you're smart, you do it every year or two ( Read more... )

It's probably a good thing that I'm fat.

I mean, if I could walk into any clothing store and know that just about everything in there fit me, shopping would become exceptionally dangerous.

I like weird things ( Read more... )

FYI

I love
my big white thighs
(like two beached whales in the bathtub)

I love my gut
my batwings
my cankles
and love handles.

I love my gunt
my backboobs
my chubrub
and dimpled elbows.

And I love the way my fat ass looks
in a tight skirt.

So there.

When I feel particularly crappy about being a chubby girl (in addition to writing fat-positive slam poetry in my head about it), I remind myself that every single other person has a problem that plagues them as often and as thoroughly as my weight plagues me ( Read more... )

I hate my disease.

I can't live in a foreign country. I can't have babies. I can't even work like a normal person.

It's getting harder and harder to pretend that what I am doing is getting me any closer to the life I want.

I warned Calvin today that when I give birth (if it ever becomes possible), that I will probably swear like a dirty rotten sailor.