I hate the word. Truly. I have so many negative feelings and memories associated with the word “fat,” that it actually makes me cringe to say it out loud. It sounds foreign coming out of my lips, leaving me with a sour bitter taste in my mouth. It tastes as bad as it sounds, like gasoline, but thick and sticky in texture.
Read MoreFatness was the enemy. Fatness made people unhappy. Fitting into a certain size made people very happy. I learned this at a very young age.
Read MoreAs a fat woman, I’ve been told, over and over again, explicitly and subtly, that I am not good enough. I am told that happiness, love and success are out of my reach. I am told that I don’t get to celebrate and appreciate being a sexual being because of the amount of flesh I have around my tummy. I am told, every day, that I matter less because of my size.
Read MoreI’m a fat girl talking about all the unique experiences fat girls tend to have, from being a chubby child to navigating life as a plus-size woman.
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