Tag: fat activism

The other day, my sister and I were discussing our fatness. You know, that thing, that thing, children at the tender age of five, have already come to believe is more horrifying to be categorized as than the proposition of unexpectedly losing a limb. Sadly, during our conversation I realized, my Sis and I, now hold fundamentally differing views of what this means.

Personally, I’ve made huge inroads into accepting and making peace with the fact that I’m fat.

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