You see, I still, after all these years and all these lessons, I still succumb to my eating disorder daily. Don’t get me wrong, it looks a lot prettier than it used to. I don’t pop laxatives like candy and I don’t end a feast on my knees in front of the toilet. I don’t even eat to the point of pain anymore, no third or fourth or fifth servings- no half-gallon of ice cream straight out of the carton. Yet I still…
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 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.