Finally, I feel fat enough to post something. Hooray?
So, I'm having a fat Friday. Do you know of this? It's exactly what it sounds like. It's Friday and I fucking feel fat. All the fucked up day long.
"Oh that's so sad!" say people who haven't had a fat Friday. Or "Oh you're not fat." Eff it all, it's Friday and I am fat.
It doesn't matter that I've got triathlon arms and legs at the moment, that make me love myself from the inside out. Admiring myself proudly in my new two piece cherry printed bombshell suit...doesn't change a thing. New paramour that thinks my body is the cat's meow? Nope.
Never mind that I had to win all that shit up above. Never mind that I had to wrestle my self love away from the media, my upbringing, etc. and never mind my commitment to loving myself. Being a plus size American middle class (is this specific to being white? or any of those things?) woman, means that you can still have a Fat Friday no matter what, pretty much instantly.
Umm...there may also be other confusing emotions mixed in here. Emotions = fat. Fat= emotions. Please see Betty Draper Francis for more.
Good news= after decades of me as a project, I could just as easily have a Sexy Saturday.
"Emotions = fat. Fat= emotions. Please see Betty Draper Francis for more." Best ever.
ReplyDeleteI call 'em my BDD days (since they don't always happen on a Friday) - body dysmorphic disorder (cuz I work at an OCD clinic ;) And although I have those days way too often, it's apparently not often enough for a diagnosis, lol. Come on back Renaissance, we are the Venus' of your dreams!
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