I know it has been a while since my last post. The month of April has been insane. I am physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausted. My best friend got married. The wedding was beautiful. They are a happy, lovely couple with the promise of a happy future ahead. However, their wedding taught me many things… Continue reading 18
Big Girls and rollercoasters don’t mix… but that is not what this post is about. At least not literally. My life the last few weeks has been a rollercoaster of a few ups, but more downs then I can at this time count. A lot of bad news has hit me all at once. I… Continue reading Rollercoasters
As a Big Girl, online dating offers many problematic moments; more so then just the “if I meet up with this person will I be turned into a skin suit.” I run the risk of showing up to a date and the person being surprised by my physicality. So I always make sure I… Continue reading The Cringe-Worthy, Funny, Scary World of Online Dating!
I use to work as a janitor. It was a great job with great hours that coincided well with my school schedule. I could wear whatever I wanted, which usually meant I was in yoga pants, and a tank top. It gets hot scrubbing bathroom floors. I worked for a woman I consider a second… Continue reading Innocence
I use to be afraid men would not like me because I am big. Now I fear that men only like me because I am a Big Girl. How the tables have turned. Did you know fat fetishes were a thing? I didn’t, and the way I discovered this fetish is well… for lack of… Continue reading Fetishes
Big people are often portrayed as over-eatting, lazy, gluttonous swine. Be it on television, online, or on any other platform that is just how we are painted. Food is always nearby the big person: eating, cooking, talking, or thinking about it. And while I do not consider myself lazy, my career won’t allow me to… Continue reading Food
The first time I was made aware of my size as being something less than desirable was in Jr. High. Yes, I’ve been a Big Girl all my life. It was never an issue though until I overheard a family member talking about my weight. I was twelve and while I don’t remember the exact… Continue reading The Start