If you watched the last cycle of "America's Next Top Model", you're familiar with plus-sized contestant and boo-boo Diane. Sure, she's a beautiful woman with a lovely curvy body. But honestly I was annoyed as all get-out that yet another bland flat-ironed head was possibly going to enter the plus-sized model workforce.
I'm just plain bored of the whole plus-sized model "look" in general. This is largely due to the fact that the only access to plus-size models is via fat girl clothing catalogs. There is no fat girl Vogue, in which Gille St. Bensimon takes stark black and white photos with plus-size models in haute couture and extreme makeup and hair. All we get to see is Kate Dillon doing her best demure smile in a pose meant to sell as many $39.99 sweaters as possible.
It sucks, because in a good photo shoot models can wear art and they can be art themselves and it can be really beautiful and effective. Both the photographer and fashion afficianado in me is dying to see this applied to the plus-sized world.
Lastly, I found this site via Yahoo Search which is kinda sweet. What can I say? I'm a sucker for guys who dig fat chicks.
20 December 2005
21 November 2005
Coke vs. Diet Coke
I used to be a soda whore. I grew up with an allowance of $5 per week in an anti-cola household, so getting a soda the size of my head at the corner 7-11 for 99 cents was the coolest thing ever. My parents loathed soda, so my sisters taught me on the sly. Alicia was all about the Dr. Pepper. Amy would mix Coke, Diet Coke and Lemonade. My personal choice was the greatest sugar bomb of all: Pepsi.
Granted, this was suburban Southern California in the 80's. We didn't know any better. The reason my parents cited for hating cola were the astronomical dentist bills that would surely follow rotting teeth. All we knew was that soda tasted damn good when it was hot out, and when accompanied by generic B-B-Q potato chips, and especially when you just spent 5 straight activity-filled chlorine-soaked hours in the neighbor's swimming pool. I mean, why would you even think about drinking water??
My addiction reached an all-time high in the summer of 1994. I'd just finished my first year at San Francisco State University and was home in So Cal for the summer. I got a job as a florist's delivery driver, which was fun because I was paid to sit behind the wheel of an obnoxiously cold air-conditioned mini-van delivering arrangements to people who weren't expecting them. My ritual: every morning on the way to my first delivery, I'd stop at Del Taco and get a mega extra large of Mr. Pibb. Every afternoon for lunch, I'd stop at Del Taco and get a mega extra large of Mr. Pibb. And I'd leave with a refill to take me through the afternoon. Seriously, I thought there was nothing at all wrong with this behavior.
After a few years in San Francisco, I realized that one of the worst things you can be is a soda addict. You can smoke pot in front of school children, you can be homeless with a rabid pitbull at your side, you can be a corporate-employed yuppie driving your Volvo recklessly to Whole Foods because that's "the only place you want to give your money to", but gawd forbid you order a fountain Pepsi with your lunch.
That is, gawd forbid you order a fountain Pepsi and also be a fat person, because you'll actually get a Diet Pepsi even though you asked for non-diet. I cannot count on one hand how many times this has happened to me over the 12 years I've lived in the Bay Area. After the third time it happened, I decided to poll my friends to see if it ever happened to them. There's only been one occurance in my friend pool, and she's also fat.
That's not at all what made me decide to make the switch to diet. It helped a little, maybe. When you're used to regular soda, nothing is more heinous than a drop of the diet stuff so much as touching your lips. But, I was quite shy during this time in my life, and thus dealing with nasty diet soda was a better option than having to send it back.
Ultimately, it was my sister Alicia being diagnosed with diabetes that sealed the deal. She relayed info from her doctor about how blood sugar works, and the effect just one can of soda can have on it. It took about 2 seconds to figure out that, among other things, I'd have to become Diet Coke Girl or else.
Oddly enough, just the other day a server at a restaurant brought me regular Pepsi when I'd ordered Diet. I drank half for old time's sake and then had to send it back for Diet. After you transition, regular soda is kinda nasty in the same way diet was nasty when you were used to regular.
I'd love to be off the sauce completely. Soda is nasty in lots of ways. It rots your teeth whether the sugar is in it or not, dark cola is hard on your tummy, and I read about there being a connection between carbonation and breast cancer.
Hell, maybe I'm just becoming a tried and true snobby San Franciscan.
Granted, this was suburban Southern California in the 80's. We didn't know any better. The reason my parents cited for hating cola were the astronomical dentist bills that would surely follow rotting teeth. All we knew was that soda tasted damn good when it was hot out, and when accompanied by generic B-B-Q potato chips, and especially when you just spent 5 straight activity-filled chlorine-soaked hours in the neighbor's swimming pool. I mean, why would you even think about drinking water??
My addiction reached an all-time high in the summer of 1994. I'd just finished my first year at San Francisco State University and was home in So Cal for the summer. I got a job as a florist's delivery driver, which was fun because I was paid to sit behind the wheel of an obnoxiously cold air-conditioned mini-van delivering arrangements to people who weren't expecting them. My ritual: every morning on the way to my first delivery, I'd stop at Del Taco and get a mega extra large of Mr. Pibb. Every afternoon for lunch, I'd stop at Del Taco and get a mega extra large of Mr. Pibb. And I'd leave with a refill to take me through the afternoon. Seriously, I thought there was nothing at all wrong with this behavior.
After a few years in San Francisco, I realized that one of the worst things you can be is a soda addict. You can smoke pot in front of school children, you can be homeless with a rabid pitbull at your side, you can be a corporate-employed yuppie driving your Volvo recklessly to Whole Foods because that's "the only place you want to give your money to", but gawd forbid you order a fountain Pepsi with your lunch.
That is, gawd forbid you order a fountain Pepsi and also be a fat person, because you'll actually get a Diet Pepsi even though you asked for non-diet. I cannot count on one hand how many times this has happened to me over the 12 years I've lived in the Bay Area. After the third time it happened, I decided to poll my friends to see if it ever happened to them. There's only been one occurance in my friend pool, and she's also fat.
That's not at all what made me decide to make the switch to diet. It helped a little, maybe. When you're used to regular soda, nothing is more heinous than a drop of the diet stuff so much as touching your lips. But, I was quite shy during this time in my life, and thus dealing with nasty diet soda was a better option than having to send it back.
Ultimately, it was my sister Alicia being diagnosed with diabetes that sealed the deal. She relayed info from her doctor about how blood sugar works, and the effect just one can of soda can have on it. It took about 2 seconds to figure out that, among other things, I'd have to become Diet Coke Girl or else.
Oddly enough, just the other day a server at a restaurant brought me regular Pepsi when I'd ordered Diet. I drank half for old time's sake and then had to send it back for Diet. After you transition, regular soda is kinda nasty in the same way diet was nasty when you were used to regular.
I'd love to be off the sauce completely. Soda is nasty in lots of ways. It rots your teeth whether the sugar is in it or not, dark cola is hard on your tummy, and I read about there being a connection between carbonation and breast cancer.
Hell, maybe I'm just becoming a tried and true snobby San Franciscan.
18 November 2005
Two articles of interest
Links were sent to me by Anna and Shasta, respectively. Thank you, ladies!
Obesity: Epidemic or Myth?
By Patrick Johnson
America's Waistline: The Politics of Fat
By Laura Kipnis
Obesity: Epidemic or Myth?
By Patrick Johnson
America's Waistline: The Politics of Fat
By Laura Kipnis
15 November 2005
Letter to Nickolodeon
Not sure how many of you have seen these PSA-type advertisements on Nickolodeon regarding food choice, portion control, etc. Apparently Former Prez Bill Clinton co-created this campaign with Nickolodeon due to the "national childhood obesity crisis", which to me is a fine example of one notable adult taking his lifelong hatred of his body / love of french fries to the next level after enduring a triple-bypass.
Personally I think we adults put way too much of our crap on children in general. They're not miniature adults, but proponents of consumerism (ie. Nickolodeon with it's two aisles full of toys and large selection of clothes/shoes/accessories with Nick characters on them in my local Target) would just love to make them that way, wouldn't they? And why not add to a rampant conditioning against fatties in the meantime!
So here's the letter I just wrote to Viacom International, Nick's parent company, which will likely never see it's way to Nick executives but hell... I had to get it off my chest.
ps. Yes, I watch Nick for Spongebob Squarepants thanks to Honey Bunny.
**********
To Whom It May Concern:
I am writing in response to a Public Service Announcement seen on Nickolodeon, regarding portion control as it relates to pie. The PSA compares fat calories in pie against those in milk shakes and various other foods, and tells the viewer that it's okay to indulge in pie every once in awhile but not okay on a regular basis. Additionally, the last scene in this PSA states, "Don't let P-I-E turn you into a
P-I-G."
I find this particular PSA offensive, and the campaign overall to be bizarre. First of all, studies on childhood brain development show that children are not at all capable of making choices in the same fashion that adults are. You're asking a very young audience to absorb statistical information and formulate a decision to eat less sweets based on it which seems, frankly, ridiculous and misguided to this 33
year old viewer.
More importantly, I find the use of "P-I-G" to be extremely offensive towards fat populations. It's obvious that the young fat population is being targeted (and therefore marketed to) right now, with a large national campaign against childhood obesity. Being a fat child in America is hard enough as it is with teasing by peers and pressure to lose weight from all sorts of adult and authority figures. The last
thing fat children need is for young Nickolodeon viewers to become even more conditioned by a popular mass media outlet to call fat people "pig" or to make a blanket generalization that over-eating equals fat. There are plenty of children who over-eat but who aren't fat, due to genetics and other factors.
An example of PSA that works more effectively in targeting part of the PROBLEM of obesity rather than the POPULATION itself came later in this particualar Nickolodeon viewing session. Nickolodeon apparently donated bicycles to a small school in order to enrich their physical education program. The PSA showed scenes of children of all sizes enjoying a bike ride in their town, which is a strengths-based empowerment perspective. The use of the word "pig" is the polar opposite.
Sincerely,
[Zaftig Chick]
San Francisco, CA
**********
Personally I think we adults put way too much of our crap on children in general. They're not miniature adults, but proponents of consumerism (ie. Nickolodeon with it's two aisles full of toys and large selection of clothes/shoes/accessories with Nick characters on them in my local Target) would just love to make them that way, wouldn't they? And why not add to a rampant conditioning against fatties in the meantime!
So here's the letter I just wrote to Viacom International, Nick's parent company, which will likely never see it's way to Nick executives but hell... I had to get it off my chest.
ps. Yes, I watch Nick for Spongebob Squarepants thanks to Honey Bunny.
**********
To Whom It May Concern:
I am writing in response to a Public Service Announcement seen on Nickolodeon, regarding portion control as it relates to pie. The PSA compares fat calories in pie against those in milk shakes and various other foods, and tells the viewer that it's okay to indulge in pie every once in awhile but not okay on a regular basis. Additionally, the last scene in this PSA states, "Don't let P-I-E turn you into a
P-I-G."
I find this particular PSA offensive, and the campaign overall to be bizarre. First of all, studies on childhood brain development show that children are not at all capable of making choices in the same fashion that adults are. You're asking a very young audience to absorb statistical information and formulate a decision to eat less sweets based on it which seems, frankly, ridiculous and misguided to this 33
year old viewer.
More importantly, I find the use of "P-I-G" to be extremely offensive towards fat populations. It's obvious that the young fat population is being targeted (and therefore marketed to) right now, with a large national campaign against childhood obesity. Being a fat child in America is hard enough as it is with teasing by peers and pressure to lose weight from all sorts of adult and authority figures. The last
thing fat children need is for young Nickolodeon viewers to become even more conditioned by a popular mass media outlet to call fat people "pig" or to make a blanket generalization that over-eating equals fat. There are plenty of children who over-eat but who aren't fat, due to genetics and other factors.
An example of PSA that works more effectively in targeting part of the PROBLEM of obesity rather than the POPULATION itself came later in this particualar Nickolodeon viewing session. Nickolodeon apparently donated bicycles to a small school in order to enrich their physical education program. The PSA showed scenes of children of all sizes enjoying a bike ride in their town, which is a strengths-based empowerment perspective. The use of the word "pig" is the polar opposite.
Sincerely,
[Zaftig Chick]
San Francisco, CA
**********
21 October 2005
Fat cat
Judging me, a human, for being fat is one thing... but my cat?
Honey Bunny and I have new upstairs neighbors. I heard through a mutual friend that he thinks my cat is too big. Of course, one of their cats is named "Shamu" - as in the famous whale - so maybe there's a theme here.
If my cat were human, she'd probably be about a size 14. Yeah, she'd be shopping at Lane Bryant and some of the 14s would be too small on her while some of the 16s would be too big, and she'd complain aloud about the state of shopping at her size 15 while the size 26s in the store sneered at her in contempt. Granted, being a seriously fluffy Norwegian Forest Cat doesn't help matters in the size department. Her kitty afro is so beautiful that it makes the other cats in the neighborhood jealous. But seriously, she's at the bottom of the plus-size cat scale, thank you very much.
This isn't the first time I've heard something about her weight, either. Everytime she goes to the vet, they tell me she needs to lose weight. (Funny, because that's what happens everytime *I* go to the doctor, too.) Kitty has actually lost 3 pounds in the last year because she hates the urine-crystal-abatement-plan food she's now required to eat. Now she's got belly flab that hangs down and swings when she walk.
Long round-about point being that it's bad enough fat is obsessed about so readily in our human culture, but are people so conditioned against fat that they're now pointing the finger at fat pets, too?
Honey Bunny and I have new upstairs neighbors. I heard through a mutual friend that he thinks my cat is too big. Of course, one of their cats is named "Shamu" - as in the famous whale - so maybe there's a theme here.
If my cat were human, she'd probably be about a size 14. Yeah, she'd be shopping at Lane Bryant and some of the 14s would be too small on her while some of the 16s would be too big, and she'd complain aloud about the state of shopping at her size 15 while the size 26s in the store sneered at her in contempt. Granted, being a seriously fluffy Norwegian Forest Cat doesn't help matters in the size department. Her kitty afro is so beautiful that it makes the other cats in the neighborhood jealous. But seriously, she's at the bottom of the plus-size cat scale, thank you very much.
This isn't the first time I've heard something about her weight, either. Everytime she goes to the vet, they tell me she needs to lose weight. (Funny, because that's what happens everytime *I* go to the doctor, too.) Kitty has actually lost 3 pounds in the last year because she hates the urine-crystal-abatement-plan food she's now required to eat. Now she's got belly flab that hangs down and swings when she walk.
Long round-about point being that it's bad enough fat is obsessed about so readily in our human culture, but are people so conditioned against fat that they're now pointing the finger at fat pets, too?
18 October 2005
Sidenote about the sidebar
See those links on the right-hand sidebar, for fat girl shopping? Lane Bryant, Catherine's and Fashion Bug are missing because apparently, if I link to their sites, their parent corporation can legally sue me. No thanks!
I personally like Lane Bryant, so it's unfortunate.
If I'm missing any other good fat sites - clothing or otherwise - please comment or email me to let me know what they are. I would love to add to the collection!
I personally like Lane Bryant, so it's unfortunate.
If I'm missing any other good fat sites - clothing or otherwise - please comment or email me to let me know what they are. I would love to add to the collection!
07 October 2005
There IS a partner out there for you
I'd resigned myself to one night stands with guys who were too drunk to care that I was fat. I'd resigned myself to crushes on guys who flirted with the idea of being with me but in the end were too concerned about friends and families opinions about fat people. I'd resigned myself to never having a true boyfriend or lover, ever.
Then one day, I resigned myself to opening up my own narrow scope of guys who were acceptable (ie. thin-as-rail hipsters) because I realized I was being kinda hypocritical. I ended up going out with a guy who was fat, but of course he was also a hipster because "that's my thing". It ended in disaster and thus, I had to resign myself to the fact that hipsters are devils disguised in chunky-framed glasses and Adidas Gazelles. Hipster dudes are only interested in having fat girl best friends, trust me. [And besides, unless you're diligently hip yourself, buying vinyl instead of CDs, spending all your money on Death Cab for Cutie shows and vodka, only reading books by Dave Eggers and Jonathan Safran Foer, things never turn out well with a hipster, no matter what size you are.]
About six months later, I resigned myself to posting a personal ad on Craigslist which announced my fatness rather than down-played it, thinking that this would bring an onslaught of hater emails and probably nothing more. Requisite "who you trying to fool, bitch" emails aside, there was more. A lot of guys answered, all of whom knew exactly what the word "zaftig" meant. I met my current Honey Bunny of two years from this very ad! Up until that point, I honestly had no idea that there are dudes out there that actually prefer the zaftig lady. I honestly had no idea that a guy could love me without thinking, "she needs to lose some weight."
The dating world sucks no matter what your size and sexual orientation is. As a former roommate once told me, "you gotta pad your ego, cut your losses, and just keep moving forward." Don't accept anything less than spending some fun time with a person who is truly interested in you for who you are inside and out. Don't let anyone tear down your ego just because s/he has been conditioned to reject people based on their size. Don't be afraid to end a date or relationship if the person is treating you badly.
If I can do it, you can do it!
Then one day, I resigned myself to opening up my own narrow scope of guys who were acceptable (ie. thin-as-rail hipsters) because I realized I was being kinda hypocritical. I ended up going out with a guy who was fat, but of course he was also a hipster because "that's my thing". It ended in disaster and thus, I had to resign myself to the fact that hipsters are devils disguised in chunky-framed glasses and Adidas Gazelles. Hipster dudes are only interested in having fat girl best friends, trust me. [And besides, unless you're diligently hip yourself, buying vinyl instead of CDs, spending all your money on Death Cab for Cutie shows and vodka, only reading books by Dave Eggers and Jonathan Safran Foer, things never turn out well with a hipster, no matter what size you are.]
About six months later, I resigned myself to posting a personal ad on Craigslist which announced my fatness rather than down-played it, thinking that this would bring an onslaught of hater emails and probably nothing more. Requisite "who you trying to fool, bitch" emails aside, there was more. A lot of guys answered, all of whom knew exactly what the word "zaftig" meant. I met my current Honey Bunny of two years from this very ad! Up until that point, I honestly had no idea that there are dudes out there that actually prefer the zaftig lady. I honestly had no idea that a guy could love me without thinking, "she needs to lose some weight."
The dating world sucks no matter what your size and sexual orientation is. As a former roommate once told me, "you gotta pad your ego, cut your losses, and just keep moving forward." Don't accept anything less than spending some fun time with a person who is truly interested in you for who you are inside and out. Don't let anyone tear down your ego just because s/he has been conditioned to reject people based on their size. Don't be afraid to end a date or relationship if the person is treating you badly.
If I can do it, you can do it!
30 September 2005
Clothes make the wo... er, frustration
Like in the realm of thinner folk, there's lots of diversity in zaftig bodies and style preferences. I find this particularly frustrating given the paltry amount of stores that do exclusively fat clothing because - in my personal experience - finding a store...
1) where the clothes suit and fit my body type
2) which offers the style(s) I like
3) and that I can afford
...I'm pretty much left with about two articles of clothing that are suitable from each vendor. Granted, this wasn't as much of a problem when I wore sizes below 26. It seems like the higher the size, the less chance of a good fit and excellent style -- and that just plain wrong if you ask me!
Of course, I admit that my body is probably alien in comparison to the women's size fit models, no matter what size I'm at. I have huge boobs, an upper torso that has seen trimmer days but is still not in proportion to the rack, a bulbous lower belly (a "second butt" as my sisters and I used to call our lovely family trait), not massive legs, a 29" inseam, and oh, did I mention no ass whatsoever? My different proportions range from size 22 to 26, and I'm somewhere between a petite pant length (which shrink to high-waters after first washing) and average length (which I can wear with heels).
Let me hear you say this shit is frustrating... f-r-u-s-t-r-a-t-i-n-g... I said, THIS SHIT IS FRUSTRATING! F-R-U-S-T-R-A-T-I-N-G!
As badly as I'd like to spill what does work for me from the various vendors, it's kinda pointless because of aforementioned diversity. But, maybe I'll mention one little thing...
After two seasons full of "bootleg cut" jeans that really ought to be labeled "straight leg" -- and yes, I realize that straight leg is making a comeback, unfortunately for us fuller figured -- I was pleased as punch to find the newish line of jeans designed by Jessica Simpson, sold exclusively at Avenue. They hug, but don't cup, the 2nd butt! The thighs are more narrow, but the fit grazes over the fat rather than squeezes it! And the wonderful calf area/hems are a TRUE bootcut slash flare.
Praise the fashion goddesses and gods!
1) where the clothes suit and fit my body type
2) which offers the style(s) I like
3) and that I can afford
...I'm pretty much left with about two articles of clothing that are suitable from each vendor. Granted, this wasn't as much of a problem when I wore sizes below 26. It seems like the higher the size, the less chance of a good fit and excellent style -- and that just plain wrong if you ask me!
Of course, I admit that my body is probably alien in comparison to the women's size fit models, no matter what size I'm at. I have huge boobs, an upper torso that has seen trimmer days but is still not in proportion to the rack, a bulbous lower belly (a "second butt" as my sisters and I used to call our lovely family trait), not massive legs, a 29" inseam, and oh, did I mention no ass whatsoever? My different proportions range from size 22 to 26, and I'm somewhere between a petite pant length (which shrink to high-waters after first washing) and average length (which I can wear with heels).
Let me hear you say this shit is frustrating... f-r-u-s-t-r-a-t-i-n-g... I said, THIS SHIT IS FRUSTRATING! F-R-U-S-T-R-A-T-I-N-G!
As badly as I'd like to spill what does work for me from the various vendors, it's kinda pointless because of aforementioned diversity. But, maybe I'll mention one little thing...
After two seasons full of "bootleg cut" jeans that really ought to be labeled "straight leg" -- and yes, I realize that straight leg is making a comeback, unfortunately for us fuller figured -- I was pleased as punch to find the newish line of jeans designed by Jessica Simpson, sold exclusively at Avenue. They hug, but don't cup, the 2nd butt! The thighs are more narrow, but the fit grazes over the fat rather than squeezes it! And the wonderful calf area/hems are a TRUE bootcut slash flare.
Praise the fashion goddesses and gods!
29 September 2005
Welcome!
I've been fat pretty much my whole life, or at least since I can remember trying to dress myself in something stylish. And you know what? It seriously sucks sometimes.
It sucks because lots of people still think it's perfectly fine to express prejudice against us fat folk.
It sucks because our dating pool (regardless of what gender you prefer) is typically lessened due to full-scale comprehensive conditioning by mass media that selects thin over fat.
It sucks because we can feel so much body shame that it's hard to get out to try new things, meet new people, have new life experiences.
Mostly, it sucks because we only have like 20 stores - several of which are on the internet only - to buy clothes from!
BUT -- what I listed above doesn't have to stop you from having a life and being a happy little fat camper most of the time. You should not, under any circumstances, buy into the culture of fat phobia! Sure, we all have our good days and our bad days in direct relation to our bodies. Sometimes you watch the Oscars and you wish like hell that you could look like Kirsten Dunst does in vintage Chanel. Other times, you're in the dressing room at your favorite fat girl store trying on the fanciest dress/jeans/lingerie/whatever your thing is, and you jump up and down with excitement because you look wicked good, and it ain't got nothing to do with the size you're wearing.
Buying in to fat phobia is believing that you're "less than" the skinny chick who is your sister, friend, coworker, a stranger on the street, or the model up on the billboard. You have just as much right to have the life you want as anyone else on this earth. Besides, chances are (sadly) that the skinny chick has serious issues with her body too.
The opposite of fat phobia is not necessarily hard-core campaigning for the rights and acceptance of fat people. I do think that every fat person should do their part to set the record straight with the people in their lives. If anyone harshes on you about losing weight, tell them that it's none of their business because seriously -- it isn't. If you want to lose weight or become more fit, then you should do it... but don't even go there just because someone tells you you "need to".
My blog will probably be on the lighter end of the spectrum, because my main interest is fashion and all that. Of course, please feel free to add comments, suggestions, tips at the end of each post, or write me an email.
Welcome to my Guide to the Fat Life!
XOXO, Zaftig Girl
It sucks because lots of people still think it's perfectly fine to express prejudice against us fat folk.
It sucks because our dating pool (regardless of what gender you prefer) is typically lessened due to full-scale comprehensive conditioning by mass media that selects thin over fat.
It sucks because we can feel so much body shame that it's hard to get out to try new things, meet new people, have new life experiences.
Mostly, it sucks because we only have like 20 stores - several of which are on the internet only - to buy clothes from!
BUT -- what I listed above doesn't have to stop you from having a life and being a happy little fat camper most of the time. You should not, under any circumstances, buy into the culture of fat phobia! Sure, we all have our good days and our bad days in direct relation to our bodies. Sometimes you watch the Oscars and you wish like hell that you could look like Kirsten Dunst does in vintage Chanel. Other times, you're in the dressing room at your favorite fat girl store trying on the fanciest dress/jeans/lingerie/whatever your thing is, and you jump up and down with excitement because you look wicked good, and it ain't got nothing to do with the size you're wearing.
Buying in to fat phobia is believing that you're "less than" the skinny chick who is your sister, friend, coworker, a stranger on the street, or the model up on the billboard. You have just as much right to have the life you want as anyone else on this earth. Besides, chances are (sadly) that the skinny chick has serious issues with her body too.
The opposite of fat phobia is not necessarily hard-core campaigning for the rights and acceptance of fat people. I do think that every fat person should do their part to set the record straight with the people in their lives. If anyone harshes on you about losing weight, tell them that it's none of their business because seriously -- it isn't. If you want to lose weight or become more fit, then you should do it... but don't even go there just because someone tells you you "need to".
My blog will probably be on the lighter end of the spectrum, because my main interest is fashion and all that. Of course, please feel free to add comments, suggestions, tips at the end of each post, or write me an email.
Welcome to my Guide to the Fat Life!
XOXO, Zaftig Girl
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