If you spend your life obsessing over weight, you will never live. You will never enjoy life the way it was meant to be enjoyed. Why do we let society tell us our beauty depends on the size of our dresses? That does not define us. According the the BMI scale (which is all bullshit to me) I am morbidly obese. For my height, 5’1” or 5’2” (on a good day) I should weight 120. No thank you!
I had an operation (gallbladder removal) not too long ago and lost a few pounds because I was not able to eat without throwing up. I was out of work for three weeks. The first day I got back, the first thing people said “Oh you look like you have lost a few pounds” Oh ok thanks. Why are people so concerned with the amount of rolls I have? nevermind the fact that I was horribly sick. It seems like people have a hard time accepting the fact that a lot of fat people are happy and love themselves. I love my body and the way I am.
Stop the negative self talk and just fucking smile. We’re fat and that is more than OK.
I would like to start my first entry with this statement I found. I deeply agree with what this woman has to say. So here is a bit of encouragement to those women/ men that feel they don’t deserve the best due to their weight.
Many people are offended at the notion that I, a fat woman, won’t settle for less than an attractive, financially-able partner. However, I am offended that people think it’s acceptable that fat men get attractive women while I’m expected to settle for ground beef when prime rib is available. I’m VERY offended that people think I should have to lose weight in order to deserve an attractive mate, good sex, and a happy emotionally healthy life. I’m also VERY offended that people think fat women should feel grateful that any man would give them the time of day, therefore asking for more is inherently wrong. Do you know what would make me grateful? If all those people would fall of the face of the fucking planet.