hey, fat chick!

heavenly-atheist:

that’s right.

(please ignore the unicurl) 

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rimadeer:

In case you were starting to doubt if there really was a fat babe meet up :p
From left to right: fatgoddess, buttwitch, esohex, Charleyandthediamonds, Rima and rosievintage

blackfashion:

Shelly, 18, NY

http://irresponsibleambition.tumblr.com/

oldfamiliarway:

I did a thing.

bigbeautifulblackgirls:

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Shirt: Gifted

Skirt: Value Village

Shoes: ModCloth

Earrings: Flea Market

Lipstick: MAC

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snarfysees:

5’9” - 320lbs

Dress: Ross 2x
Tights: No Skinny OSFA
Belt: Torrid 2x
Necklace: fashion bug
Shoes: TOMS

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thecuteinexecute:

OOTD: Never again

Here’s a thing: I hate tights. I basically think they’re medieval torture devices and I cannot fathom how other people seem so happy to wear them. Nevertheless, I’ve been planning this outfit ever since I thrifted this top sometime during the winter, and today was finally the day. I know I looked fantastic and I got stared at a lot which is usually a plus in my book, but still… I don’t think so. (Not unless We Love Colors is going to shower me with free pairs to try out anyway. Call me.)

Top: Thrifted H&M
Shorts: Cut from an old pair of Asos Curve jeans (UK20)
Berry tights: Evans (2)
Shoes: Converse

phalange:

Fat people and mobility/flexibility—- it exists! I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve ran past people in P.E. classes, and heard them snicker. Things about my body causing the earth to quake, or other really hateful unnecessary things. When I made the cut for soccer before the fifty other kids it was literally bewildering to most. It always has been, other than to the people who know me and see how apparent my abilities are.

That’s another thing, if I was ever right or better at something or made a joke that made more people laugh the immediate response was…

Well, you’re fat.

Why don’t you go eat something

Shut up, fatass.

At least I’m not fat.

Fatty runnin’! Lookout, coming through!

Oh gosh, the thoughtless remarks are endless, and usually along the same lines. It’s so silly that something that took absolutely no real thought to come up with can sting so badly. It’s not true, it was never true, and I knew that but that didn’t change the way it felt to be looked down upon simply for the extra fat I was carrying around—- and carrying well.

Nowadays on the soccer field when someone makes a comment about how I’m taking up more space than I should be allowed, I don’t feel that familiar ache to be something I’m not. I can just shake my head and know that this person is internalizing something that really has nothing to do with the way I look.

Isn’t it funny, too, how the same assholes will swear up and down that they are just worried about your health? Fat hate runs deep, friends. Fight it with flaming fists of fury.

bad-ass-fat-ass:

The expression on my face in this pic looks vaguely like I’m daring someone to fuck with me. I feel like I probably give people this look a lot.

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