“I spent a really long time trying to train myself to do the “chin poke” any time there was a camera around. I hated my chins. HATED. Then last year I went to a friend’s wedding and got really drunk and danced and had a great time and forgot to do my chin-hiding maneuver.
I realised that my chins are kind of like a barometer of how happy I am. The happier I am, the more of them come out to party. By trying to hide my chins I was also trying to hide that I am fabulous and fun-loving and love to dance and laugh and have a good time. I was too busy trying to be that sedate fat chick who only has one chin and is afraid if she dances her jiggly fat will clear the dance floor.
Well, fuck that noise, my friends.
In this picture I’m laughing, dancing, and having a good time celebrating the wedding of a good friend. Far from clearing the dance floor, my chins (and all the rest of me!) hauled people out to dance and made an epic conga line. The essence of me shines through in this picture and I am beautiful and fabulous and a hell of a lot of fun.”
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