These fabulous fat loving blogs (themanfattanproject, fuckyeahdeathfatties, flabulous, ilovefat, bigbeautifulwomen, fatshionable, curvycouture, heyfatchick, fuckyeahchubbygirls, and fyfatbitch) that I follow have absolutely changed my life! I just told someone how much I weigh. I talked about how I was fat and the person sort of agreed and I felt……nothing! I felt like we were having a normal conversation about any other true fact!
I am fat. So what? It doesn’t mean anything at all other than precisely that. I’m a fattie! Who cares! So, I have a some extra meat on my bones. What’s the matter with that? I am an attractive human being. I am smart. I am funny. I have a family that loves me. I have some great friends. I’m also fat!
It’s so freeing. I didn’t realize how much I was holding back. I thought about my fat every second of every day. I didn’t talk to people because I thought that because I was fat, they wouldn’t care about what I had to say. And maybe that’s true, maybe there are some people who HATE fat people. But so what? Who are they to judge me based on how many calories I consume per day? They don’t know the first thing about me or how I eat or how much I excercise. No, I don’t go to the gym. I’m not as active as I could be…but I’m not a sloth. And no, I don’t go by the 1,500 calories per day rule. Sometimes I might eat 2,500 and somedays I might eat 1,000. I just live. I’m not concerned.
I am absolutely gorgeous no matter how much I weigh or what I look like. I am not a perfect person and neither is any skinny person. I guess I always thought that if I were skinny, I would be happy. But, my weight isn’t holding me back, my own self esteem issues are. I let other people tell me that how I look isn’t ok. I’m done with that. I am happy!!!! I am happy to be me!!! I am happy with my skin!!! MY FAT FEELS GREAT!
I like to rub my belly. It’s nice. I like to shake my thighs when I walk around my apartment in my underwear. It’s nice. I like to be silly and make myself have 20 chins. It’s nice.
I am not body. My body is apart of me. There is absolutely no reason to hate it. Why should I? Because ABERCROMBIE AND FITCH TELL ME TO? BECAUSE HOLLISTER TELLS ME TO? BECAUSE FASHION DESIGNERS WON’T ACKNOWLEDGE ME? No! NO! I don’t do anything because someone or something tells me to. I’m sure not gonna let E! True Hollywood story tell me what to do. Lindsey Lohan isn’t MY role model. Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen are not MY idea of beauty. On every other topic, the only opinion that matters is my own. Why is this any different?
I will wear what I want, when I want, how I want. I will RUN! I will JUMP! I will SWIM! I won’t be limited by what fat people “should or shouldn’t do.” Why should I be embarrassed by MY OWN BODY!?!?!? It’s mine! It functions. It works properly! I’m healthy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don’t care about the 75 extra pounds I carry around with me. They don’t bother me, I’ve spend all this time worrying if they bother other people!!! That doesn’t make any sense.
I guess what I am trying to say is…..
I AM FUCKING FABULOUS! DEAL WITH IT!
Now it’s your turn.
LOVE IT! So many inspirational posts… Who will be next?
