Things you may notice about me: Stretch marks, surgery scars, small imperfections, big pores, double chin, a butt that’s barely there, the widest shoulders around, fat in all the places, etc. and so on.
Also file under:
Things that are none of your fucking business.
Things that do not indicate my health or my lifestyle.
Things that not make me any less deserving of sexual relationships or love.
Things that do not, in any way, lessen my value as a person.
this is my skin. skin that i’ve never showed anyone because i’m too afraid they’ll judge me. i’m terrified no one will love my acanthosis nigricans, stretch marks, hair, confluent and reticulated papillomatosis, and all my other various ‘problems’ and imperfections. but i’m tired of hiding and i wanted to share my skin with someone, and i chose you.
It’s no secret that I love crop tops, and have been on the search for a zippered, floral one ALL SUMMER LONG. I wanted a denim one, but that was never going to happen unless I ordered the one I really wanted from Domino Dollhouse.
I was out with my friend and we spotted this one and she was like “JUST TRY IT ON” because I was a complete skeptic because we were in a store for tiny people and it was a size large.
It definitely doesn’t fit the way it was “intended” to fit, but I love the way it looks on me.
Shades - Aldo Crop top - Sirens Shorts - Deb Shops
my journey of self love led me to this fatkini début earlier this year. i didn’t have a fatkini to wear (i`m not really sure that i’m a fatkini kind of gay, glitter short shorts and titz out is more my speed) but i worked with what i had (as per) and i looked damn fine. this was the day i finally gave the public world the pleasure of gazing upon my hot juicy beach bod and i felt really scared while i was doing it. since then i’ve been getting more comfortable with it and now i’d pretty much walk around naked if i could because i’m fucking over hiding my body to make other people comfortable. for my entire life, i’ve felt so much pressure from the world around me to conceal and hide my body and i internalized it in really weird and fucked up ways, it feels really powerful and healing to just do my thing now. i hope if you want to do this too, you try it out! i used to wear hoodies all summer and now i’m all thunder thighs and double chins and loving ever minute of it.
i just try to remember this about the haters: they are just sad. their words and responses are products of a body shaming culture that is racist, classist, ableist and deeply misogynist (and cissexist, duh). this is the culture that prevails when i continue to feel ashamed and cover my body, this is the culture that prevails when i am invisible. but most of all, sad, body shaming haters are totally fucking irrelevant to my fabulous obese lifestyle.
So it’s Canada Day here in Canadialand, and I’m going out to the big Osborne Street Fest to get some awesome lemonade and walk around and look at the local merchants and maybe get some mini donuts too.
Hope all you Canadians have an awesome Canada Day!
the inevitable aftermath of any of my photoshoots… [photo of fat korean non binary person wearing short denim shorts and mid-calf black leather boots and and eye patch. they are making a an “arrrrrrgh” expression while holding a black flag with a skull and crossbones on it that says “surrender the booty” over their chest.]