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Posts tagged love
Amanda. 21. US 18-20.
This photo is of me from my wedding on 4/20/12. The dress is a size 3X and I bought it from Sears. I felt so awesome in it, and felt no need to hide my fat and cellulite…because it’s beautiful.
(via beautyofthesoft)
one of the favorite parts of this day was making our captive audience watch fat people love on each other
leaving marks
we swoon hard and reckless
we have crooked smiles and adoring eyes
we have hands and hearts that wander
fiercely, with tender sweetness
our curious bodies intersect
the rough contours of our hearts
the soft flesh of our hips, digging in
For the anon who wanted me to post a picture, here is Clay and I. We’re damn cute and sexy, whateverthefuck. The lady who took this picture looked at it after she took it and was like woah you took a good pic and I was all LISTEN LADY THIS AIN’T MY FIRST RODEO. I CAN TAKE A DAMN GOOD PICTURE WHEN I WANT.
“LISTEN LADY THIS AIN’T MY FIRST RODEO.”
Golden.
(via lapocketrocket)
Tom took a bunch of photos of me from behind the bushes as though he was a spy or something and he wants to me put them on Fat Aus but I won’t because I think they are dumb… but to appease him I will post this one on tumblr.
Desire is the hunger, is the fire I breathe
Love is a banquet on which we feed
You two look like a million bucks.
(via mmmajestic)
And I fought for this love, for this body, for this life and for this future.
picture by my love
One of my friends took photos of me and my boyfriend the other day, this is one of my favorite photos from the shoot.
Currently a US size 22/24
no banks, no bosses, no bombs, no borders, indeed. but there sure was booty, bounces, beats, and bearhugs :) - Sprinkles
Photos by ZOMA Fotografia
With your hand in mine, I can do anything
took this big mama for a milkshake today to ease our troubled hearts at this place called fatburger. at first i was sort of scared to go in because we are super fat and clearly lovvvve burgers and i was like, “omg so many fat jokes are about to happen”. then jessica was like “duh it will be funny, don’t be so serious large white wife” so we went in and it was hilarious and we joked about how we were celebrating our fat identity and ate with gusto while people stared at us with curious looks on their faces. anyways, it fucking ruled and i am so glad i get to put on my femme armor and plan hot outfits with this stone cold fox who fists me into alternate universes like i only thought happened in dreams. i really do feel like i have more courage to deal with the intense hypervisibility of our pervy obese lifestyles when my hand is in hers.
(via mmmajestic)




