Walking around with ice cream or a massive, delicious cheeseburger in public with my rolls, my touching thighs, and my fat arms always feels like defiance. But that feeling of defiance comes from a feeling of being watched, being judged, and knowing that some people are allowed to eat yummy food in public and some people are judged for it. Fuck the people who judge me. My ice cream is de-fucking-licious.
Yessss yes yes yes yes!
Pissing off uptight judgemental fatphobes is one of life’s purest joys. Hey how does this tickle that stick up your ass?...
This took me a while to get past. But it helped that I used to have a rail-thin best friend and we had lunch together...
Tell it like it is.