There are a billion lovely blogs written by a billion lovely fellow fat-n-fluffy folks pulsing through the internets. I know. But I want one too. 

I never used the word “fat” or liked the word “fat” until my 34th year after I got my hands on a copy of the book Fat-O-Sphere from Marianne Kirby and Kate Harding. That book changed the game for me. It was a simple and straight-forward introduction to the fat-o-sphere and I am not overstating things when I say it changed my life. I was putting off too many things, waiting to lose that magical 50 pounds that would make EVERYTHING BETTER. And then I read that book and said—screw that. No more waiting. So I started dating. And I started not being afraid. And I realized that I didn’t have to hide from the fat. We could be friends. We could have a cupcake together and not have to feel so guilty that we wanted to hide. 

I made some new friends and found some great places to buy gorgeous clothes made for girthful bodies and de-friended people on Facebook who made asshat fat jokes and started to really believe that I was NOT a damned girl because I couldn’t shop at Banana Republic.  

So that’s why I’m here.