You Might Be a Fashionista If….

Tonight I came to a realization. We were sneaking out of the house late, my daughter and I, for a Culver’s Frozen Custard run. We should have been in bed already. Certainly, we were dressed for it. I had already donned my black and white polka-dot nightgown. Adorable, yes…but appropriate for a late night drive… Continue reading You Might Be a Fashionista If….

Your Mercies are New Every Morning

As every fat girl knows, once she blows a diet, it’s all over. We’re either clinging to the edge of that cliff hanging on to our calorie counts, cleanses, exercise plans, and meal-replacing milkshakes by our fingernails for dear life or free-falling off the edge of a food cliff. Diets can’t hold me, they can’t… Continue reading Your Mercies are New Every Morning

Rebellious Summer 5: Rocking White

Fat girls wear black. It’s slimming. Also, it helps us blend into the shadows. The better to hide from you, my dears. Well, today I wore white. This gorgeous dress is from Maurice’s (my all time favorite clothing store) and has a very fun high-low play to it. Although it’s ankle length, it’s sheer to… Continue reading Rebellious Summer 5: Rocking White

You’ve Come a Long Way, Baby

By the time I was 13, I was 5’10” and 200 pounds. As a teenager in the 90’s in Hawaii, there was only one reliable source for plus-sized clothing: the Sears Women’s Department. Which meant most of the clothes I had to choose from were tie-dyed, be-sequined, elastic waisted, or stirrup-ed. Clothes your fat grandmother would wear… Continue reading You’ve Come a Long Way, Baby

Rebellious Summer 4: VBO

For those of you who don’t know, VBO stands for visible belly outline, and it’s a huge no-no for a fat girl. We religiously wear shirts that completely cover our bellies just avoid that scandal of the world realizing our bellies exist and are, in fact, quite rounded. The funny thing is that I felt… Continue reading Rebellious Summer 4: VBO

Let Me Call Me Fat

People have hurled, spit, and hissed the word “fat” at me many times in my life. I assure you, it has never been meant as a compliment. My loved ones do not call me fat. They avoid the subject and my gaze. Sometimes they try to shield me from it. At my thirteenth birthday, after another teenager… Continue reading Let Me Call Me Fat