The Fat Positive Lounge

[1QuirkyKiwi]

Originally Posted by Bad_boi

Big girls make me happy. That is all.

Welcome to the Lounge! Will you be joining us more often?

[1QuirkyKiwi]

I am one very Happy’n’Fat Kiwi! LOL!

I met one of my new GPs today; she seems very nice and very thorough. She’s a former Neurology Consultant and wanted to see me for a routine check-up and examination as she’s new…

She’s over ridden my Spinal Orthopaedic Consultant’s decision to send me to a Neurologist he recommended that I be referred to for my other back issues. She feels, in her medical opinion, that I’d be better suited with another Neurologist who specialises in SB and other inherited Spinal problems and who also deal with other issues of the Spine in people with SB, etc.

She wasn’t bothered about my weight and knew it isn’t a problem for me and my Blood Pressure is normal. So, with this and my annual blood test results being excellent, I’m Fat and Healthy! LOL!

[Bad_boi]

Originally Posted by 1QuirkyKiwi

Welcome to the Lounge! Will you be joining us more often?

It is always possible.

[1QuirkyKiwi]

I came across this article on one of the UK’s online newspapers and had to share it after reading it…

The article starts with the headline; 'I love the word FAT': The larger-than-life fashion bloggers, celebrating plus-size style in a big way.”

The article also has links to a handful of Fat Positive Blogs…

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/ar...e-big-way.html

[nycfem]

Check out this funky plus size website for puffy grrls:

http://www.dominodollhouse.com/index.php

[nycfem]

Special thanks to LeftWriteFemme for posting this on my wall

[1QuirkyKiwi]

My recent trip away over Easter with just me and my Backpack brought back memories of when I did a lot of Backpacking in my early 20s for work and pleasure. My fondest memories are of my time in Indonesia, Backpacking with a belly! LOL!

I am fat! I have belly that wobbles when I walk and a bum that echoes my movements. Don’t get me wrong, this is not some life-altering confession a la alcoholics anonymous: Rather, it’s an easy way for you to picture me, climbing up a rope, bum over end into the back of a rocking Indonesian fishing boat, desperately trying not to bounce into the propeller and retain,….. well, at least a crumb of dignity. I have a plus-size body….. Backpacking is always adventurous but it takes on many new twists when a plus-size body, SBO and crutches meets rickety transport, bamboo bridges, and tiny locals who find all westernised people… let alone those with wobbly bellies….. startling!

Let’s take the tiny upright women of central Lombok who are less than half my size. Whether in the multi-coloured chaos of the local markets, the golden rice fields, or the white washed lanes of small villages, my appearance invariably produces animated discussions in Sasak and wild gestures toward me. The boldest of the group comes up to me and slaps my thick arm, uttering more exclamations. Gestures of eating, offers of rice follow.... One old woman pats her hips, expands them large with her hands and then follows her breasts, producing proportions that would make Dolly Parton proud! LOL! The message is always the same; a good breeder. The scene is replayed throughout the islands Polynesia, the Caribbean and southern Europe…

Size is frankly acknowledged and appreciated….. a refreshing change from the weight police. When I learned how to thresh rice, the women circled my waist with their hands and said, “Stay! You are a good worker!” “ But I would eat too much rice, and then there would be more work.” I replied. “Ah yes!” The women nod sagely, ever the wise housekeepers. The Indonesians always appreciated my pride when I come back from a day clambering around the fields with and without my crutches, knowing that I did the best work I could.

They can imagine how hard it is at my size to avoid falling, breaking a delicate bamboo bridge or slipping down a muddy slope. The only murmur of discontent . . . and more often riotous laughter . . . was on local transport, where a combination of my size and innate clumsiness could have proved disastrous. I took up three seats, and with my legs up to my chin, a huge backpack, crutches and my late beloved cat, it took a while to untangle me! LOL! My most fervent wish when squashing past startled locals in their tiny minivans, aiming for an unlikely looking space at the back, is: “Please don’t let me get stuck!” LOL!

[Soft*Silver]

I am battling a slow case worker at BVR who is holding up the progress of my store so much that I have had to report him to his supervisor twice now this past month. The third time happened yesterday. He dared send me an email saying he needed my address, which has not changed in the 3 years I have been working with them. He has not sent me the items I need, nor issued the monies I need, nor approved the purchases I need! I am beginning to panic!

However, the supervisor and I talked yesterday and she assured me she can still get these things to me in time and will be addressing his insufficient work with me, today. I await a phone call.

he has literally put me two weeks behind. I tried to be hopeful about it, but I cant even take consignments without the items he is holding up!

But, the store will open..its just a matter of when. And two weeks off isnt bad. I need to breathe....just breathe...lol

[nycfem]

I love hearing about your adventures! I have not travelled much in my life and am so intrigued by any culture that values a fat woman. I wonder where in the world would be the best place to visit in terms of a full-figured woman not being automatically judged as being unhealthy and unattractive. Conversely, I wonder what the worst places are. Any thoughts?

Originally Posted by 1QuirkyKiwi

My recent trip away over Easter with just me and my Backpack brought back memories of when I did a lot of Backpacking in my early 20s for work and pleasure. My fondest memories are of my time in Indonesia, Backpacking with a belly! LOL!

I am fat! I have belly that wobbles when I walk and a bum that echoes my movements. Don’t get me wrong, this is not some life-altering confession a la alcoholics anonymous: Rather, it’s an easy way for you to picture me, climbing up a rope, bum over end into the back of a rocking Indonesian fishing boat, desperately trying not to bounce into the propeller and retain,….. well, at least a crumb of dignity. I have a plus-size body….. Backpacking is always adventurous but it takes on many new twists when a plus-size body, SBO and crutches meets rickety transport, bamboo bridges, and tiny locals who find all westernised people… let alone those with wobbly bellies….. startling!

Let’s take the tiny upright women of central Lombok who are less than half my size. Whether in the multi-coloured chaos of the local markets, the golden rice fields, or the white washed lanes of small villages, my appearance invariably produces animated discussions in Sasak and wild gestures toward me. The boldest of the group comes up to me and slaps my thick arm, uttering more exclamations. Gestures of eating, offers of rice follow.... One old woman pats her hips, expands them large with her hands and then follows her breasts, producing proportions that would make Dolly Parton proud! LOL! The message is always the same; a good breeder. The scene is replayed throughout the islands Polynesia, the Caribbean and southern Europe…

Size is frankly acknowledged and appreciated….. a refreshing change from the weight police. When I learned how to thresh rice, the women circled my waist with their hands and said, “Stay! You are a good worker!” “ But I would eat too much rice, and then there would be more work.” I replied. “Ah yes!” The women nod sagely, ever the wise housekeepers. The Indonesians always appreciated my pride when I come back from a day clambering around the fields with and without my crutches, knowing that I did the best work I could.

They can imagine how hard it is at my size to avoid falling, breaking a delicate bamboo bridge or slipping down a muddy slope. The only murmur of discontent . . . and more often riotous laughter . . . was on local transport, where a combination of my size and innate clumsiness could have proved disastrous. I took up three seats, and with my legs up to my chin, a huge backpack, crutches and my late beloved cat, it took a while to untangle me! LOL! My most fervent wish when squashing past startled locals in their tiny minivans, aiming for an unlikely looking space at the back, is: “Please don’t let me get stuck!” LOL!