Big Girl Love

[Medusa]

FWIW: I weigh 290 pounds. Jack weighs 125. (and this is purely for illustrative measure since I dont generally get hung up on numbers)

ALL of my levels are lower than Jacks. My cholesterol, sugars, blood pressure. ALL of it.

I can also walk circles around her. (think: 8-hour shopping trips and endless circling of malls and antique stores).

As a fat person, I am not a gelatinous Jabba-the-hut-inous mass of blubbering, chicken-consuming, gorging, rolling, shaking food-gobbling machine. Im also not one of those cartoonish beings from the movie "Up", where I have gotten so fat that I must ride around in a chair all day slurping milkshakes and having robots help me upright myself.

I also dont wipe my ass with a stick.

I also can have sex in every position that thin people can.

I also do not have hidden peanut butter sandwiches in my fat rolls.

I also do not stink.

I also am not lazy.

I also am not stupid.

I also dress really nice.

I also am not "jolly" all the time.

I also can tie my own shoes.

And lastly, Im not really all that unhealthy. (the caveat being that I sometimes dont have good boundaries with toxic folks ....but that really has nothing to do with physical health)

I think that where I personally check-out on the fat=unhealthy thing is that we are spoon-fed this shit as women from day one. That fat=undesireable, unhealthy, unsexy. The diet industry makes millions off of this shit, and hence the world is full of women who are a size 2 who puke their lunches up every day, women who hate their bodies because someone ELSE told them to, women who think that because they are a size 20, they must give up their sex-life, become a matronly, warbling blob of goo and women who spend their lives in a vicious self-hating "chasing that thinner body" cycle.

The moral of the story is that I refuse to spend one damn minute hating this body. Its where I LIVE and LOVE, for fucks sake. My earth suit is what gets me through this world. Its sexy. My partner thinks its sexy.
I love myself. I love my body.
I have to put on a giant set of "la la la" earphones when the world starts listing reasons why I dont have the right to feel good in my own skin.
To that, I say a big "fuck you and pass the fucking (grilled) chicken."