FAT really IS awesome.
Lately, every time I use the word “fat” I feel empowered. I never thought that would happen, like EVER.
It’s become kind of like saying FUCK. I know I’m not supposed to say it. I look over my shoulder for a Catholic school nun every time it slips.
But it rolls off my tongue so eloquently.
I can finally take this tight ass girdle OFF and let fat just be.
I can just breathe.
I don’t have to shield it. I don’t have to dress it in black. I don’t have to pretend it doesn’t exist.
It’s hard, well not really. It’s really soft and squishy.
It’s pretty brilliant.
It’s like donuts dipped in cream.
It’s so yummy.