In my family, being that we're all fatties, it pretty much just came natural that we made fun of each other relentlessly. I can't remember the last time my brother actually called me by my name, usually preferring "Skinny" or "Fats." Pick one! My sisters call me Trashy, cause it sounds like Tricia? Or cause I'm trashy, I dunno. Well, they USED to call me that, now they don't call me at all...long story. Oh well.
I guess I'm saying all this because we all deal with shit in our own way. When I make jokes about myself, I see the humor in it. It makes me feel better. One day, maybe, I'll actually lose enough weight to cut out the fat jokes. Then it's on to teeth jokes! (My teeth are jacked!) I know some people are weird about it. So...next time you see me calling myself a fattie, just laugh, it's cool! Call yourself a fattie too, if you are. I won't mind. I refuse to give power to an "insult" that's a fairly accurate portrayal of a physical trait. Fat. Say it. It's okay. It's just an adjective. (and a noun!)
That being said, here's a convo I had with Dina today about my brother's chubby chasing ways. A meeting of the minds, no less:
So I guess I'm not a BBW, but I do like BWW...they have good wings.
Then my brother emails me that he wants some stupid statue for his birthday. Check it out:
First of all, I'm not spending 90 bucks on some fat doll. Secondly, if that's what pretty fat people are supposed to look like, I am FUCKED. Where are the rolls and the vericose veins? The random chin hair or skin tag? She doesn't even come with a bag of Doritos...yeah, real life-like. I hope he comes up with another gift idea, otherwise, it's gonna be gift card city.