In 2013, inspired by Pinterest and, frankly, sick of my own body image crap, I decided to become a blogger. I would write about beauty, fat, our culture, and loving my body. And why not? Who better qualified to be a fatshionista than me? I certainly had no shortage of opinions on the subject. My sense… Continue reading Trust Me, I’m a Blogger
Do you remember that old game on Sesame Street? They’d display four images on the screen while they played the sang, “One of these things is not like the other. One of these things just doesn’t belong.” I loved that game as a child. And no wonder, even as an adult I like finding patterns… Continue reading Zombie Sightings
Men look at what they like and men. like. boobs.
Now, I know what you’re thinking, “Kate, this is not groundbreaking news. We all know that men. like. boobs.” Yeah, granted, this might be common knowledge. But how about the first part of that statement: men look at what they like.
I first heard about Pinterest 4 or 5 years ago. A tutoring client of mine was a crafter and she was hooked. She showed me the site, raving, one day after a tutoring session. Shoot, I’m crafy, I thought. So I gave it a try and started an account. After thirty minutes or so of… Continue reading Fat Girl, Dress Pretty
I was not beautiful yesterday. #BoPo #BodyImage #Beauty
Ladies, we need to learn to talk back. No, not to our bosses, friends, or families. We need to learn to talk back to the mirror. I came to this realization about 2 years ago. I was gazing at my reflection- again. I was in a state of semi-undress, pre-shower, and, as usual, glaring at… Continue reading Talking Back
I learned a lesson a long time ago. Fat girls aren’t allowed to smile at men. Fat girls should never make eye contact. Obesity is like a contagious disease. Apparently, the shame of it is transmitted through the simple act of maintaining eye contact and smiling. So, like a good fat girl who doesn’t want to contaminate the poor guy sitting next to me on the bus, or walking past me in the hall, or driving in the next lane, I’ve kept my eyes straight ahead and never, ever smiled. I’ve been waiting for that beautiful day, the day I’m skinny, that blessed day when I’ll be thin enough to smile.