Posts Tagged ‘hot fat girl revolution’

Fat Acceptance: What It Is and Isn’t

November 10th, 2014 5 comments

I recently shut off comments on posts that were more than a year old. I’m kinda bummed about it because I really love my old posts, and love hearing from new readers as they get further in my archive. But when the number of people only commenting on 4-year-old posts that talk about me being fat (to tell me I’m too fat to be a slave and/or fat acceptance is wrong) or getting in trouble (to tell me they never get in trouble) began to outweigh the number of people telling me they’ve been helped by my old posts, I realized it was time to shut it down. But that doesn’t mean I can’t talk about it.

Some things you need to know before I start this rant:

  1. I’m still fat.
  2. I care even less about your opinion on my weight now than I did four years ago.
  3. I’m writing this to teach you what fat acceptance is and isn’t, not to defend my weight. (see point 2)
  4. Comments are moderated on this blog because our spam filter is mediocre at best. However, any comments left on this post berating me or someone else for being fat will be deleted. Keep the conversation on point. Period.

So four years ago, a post on Humbled Females that said fat women are slaves to food and not their owners (in other words, you can be too fat to be a slave) was brought to my attention, and I wrote about it. Read more…

Not Another Fat-phobic Post

March 3rd, 2010 2 comments

Sexy BBW drawings by Adultprfiler.comi’m going to dive into this headfirst, and yes, i am well aware that there is no water in the pool. So here goes:

i am a hot fat chick.

Okay, now with that in mind, anyone want to pay for my tummy tuck?

i know that sounds like i’m contradicting myself, bear with me. See, long time and many meds ago, i was fat. 270 lbs on a 5’6″ frame. All the women in my family wear the weight right in front, packed behind the belly-button, and i was no different. i hated myself. i loathed my reflection. i hid my body shamefully in men’s clothing and no-shape sweatshirts.

That was two years after i graduated high school. In high school, i was the opposite. Thin and curvy, i didn’t eat more than a meal a day and smoked regularly, running laps on the school track and biking for hours at a time.

In both times of my life, i was unhealthy, at two ends of the spectrum. i was never happy either. So i gave up.

And got pregnant.

The weight flew off of me when i was pregnant. i had a net gain of -13 lbs after my son was born. He was 8 lbs 6 oz.  i left the hospital in my pre-pregnancy jeans…with a belt to hold them off. And the weight kept falling while i breastfed. i’d lost another 10 lbs before i got pregnant with the second rugrat, weighed 7 lbs less than my pre-pregnancy weight after the birth. Lost more weight while breastfeeding. Made it through the third pregnancy and broke even at the scale.  Read more…

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Hot Fat Girl Revolution

October 7th, 2009 7 comments


I stole this from Dangerous Lily, who asked us fat girls to take a new photo of ourselves without cropping it all to hell and repost.  And I cheated.  I didn’t take a new picture of myself.  M’s busy and I’m lazy.  And we just took a crapload of new pictures this weekend! I have a plethora to choose from.  And besides… this one’s my favorite from the other night and it didn’t make it into my picture post.

Not to mention it’s got my hot fat man in it.

If there’s one thing I know about myself, it’s that I’m hot despite my weight.  Whether it’s because I ooze slut (as Master so often points out), or because I really am as beautiful as everyone tells me, I don’t know.  And I guess it doesn’t really matter.

I’ve long since come to terms with the fact that I’ll never be a size two.  Even if I wanted to be (which I don’t), I’d look horrible that small.  My bone structure has always been large.  A skeleton with skin is what I’d be.  I’ll probably never be a size twelve again, either.  But as long as I continue down the road of getting healthy (and I mean eating right and exercising, not losing weight)(and now that M’s got this raise, we’ll be working harder at it), I’m starting to run out of reasons that I should care.

I mean… I am hot, after all.

I urge you to repost this (with the original links, please), all my hot fat friends.  Love yourself and your body today.

By Zoe Whittall (for

BECAUSE being a hot fat girl is a lot of work and is undervalued or unrecognized.
Because a fat girl still has to pay more money for uglier clothes or spend 11 hours at the thrift store to find anything hot to wear.
Because if you take the elevator people think you’re lazy but if you’re on the treadmill people laugh.
Because men like John Goodman and Bernie Mac get to have careers on television but most sitcom moms of three still have size-two waists.
Because even feminist magazines publish fat-phobic articles under the guise of it being a “health issue.”
Because anti-capitalist activists still use expressions like “fat capitalist pig.”
Because girls are dieting at the age of nine.
Because side effects of the most popular diet drugs are seizures, heart failure, fecal urgency, breast cancer, lung disease, insomnia, nausea and vomiting, dangerously high blood pressure, abnormal heartbeat, psychosis, strokes, hallucinations and sudden death.
Because the Cooper Institute’s ongoing study of 30,000 people has found that those who are fittest live the longest, no matter what they weigh.
Because the doctor who said that there were 30,000 “obesity-related” deaths each year received over $2 million in research funding from Jenny Craig and Weight Watchers.
Because that study prompted the FDA to approve Phen-Phen and Redux.
Because fat hatred is a money-making industry.
Because fat people who exercise live longer than thin people who don’t.
Because if you lose weight ’cause you’re sick people tell you how great you look.
Because hatred is so ingrained in every single one of us, especially inside the heart of even the hottest fat girl.
Because even the most progressive people don’t talk or write about it.
Because I am tired of being ignored, invisible, de-sexualized and told that I have such a pretty face.
Because it’s not fat that kills, it’s fear of fat.

For all that and more I am a part of the HOT FAT GIRL REVOLUTION!

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