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Listen. This guy who fat shamed me in college died and I'm expected to be sad about it but I'm not. In fact I'm almost glad he died. Does that make me a bad person?

That one weight loss ad that basically says that your family giving you things to eat is bad and why you’re fat. Like fuck off

This young girl’s worst fear probably came true. Shame on all fat shamers. The female body is beautiful no matter the shape or size. Ladies we are all fabulous, do not let these pigs take it away from you!

just gonna leave this here…

it was never really about health

Tw - fat shaming

When he thought, at one point, i had put on too much weight he told me he would not stick with a woman who let herself go.

According to him, men don't like bigger women. In fact all men really like the same body type - very thin. Any man who says otherwise is just saying so for woke points.

Men who date bigger girls do so because they lack the confidence to pursue "better" women.

He didn't lack confidence, so I had to nip that issue in the bud. Or accept the consequences.

This is me if you would pick me up :]

Not like anyone ever will be able to since i weigh the same as a fucking truck.

I'm not a big girl I'm a colossal girl, Jabba the Hutt level, I'm so gross like ew 🤢

Everytime I look in the mirror I expect it to break, shrek style.

If I had to describe my body I would say Jabba the Hutt meets Jon Brower Minnoch.

I feel so fat its insane, and worst part?

Worst part is that u just so happened to have been born with wide hips meaning I look even fatter from the front 🥲

i just found out merriam webster has a time traveler feature that tells you some of the words that were “born” the same year as you. it’s pretty neat yall should do this

As a fat girl myself, I can relate.

So this is a totally useless rant, but as a skinny girl, I’m getting extra, extra tired of fat-shaming.

I work for a corsetier at a Renaissance Faire. We sell corsets. Not flimsy bullshit costume corsets; like real, durable, waist-training corsets. Today a woman came in with her boyfriend, so I helped her pick out a corset and try it on. While her boyfriend—who was decidedly enthused about the whole corset thing—sat watching me lace her in, he told me, grinning, “Of all the good jobs at the Renaissance Faire, I think you have the best.”

I shrugged in agreement. “I touch butts and reach down cleavage all day; I mean…” Because we like to be a bit rakish at the Faire, and, y’know, it’s true. Tying people into corsets pretty much invariably requires getting handsy.

The couple laughed at that, and the boyfriend said, “That’s the job I would want!” But then he chuckled again and said, offhand, “Or maybe not; while we were looking at the racks, there were some pretty big sizes on there!”

Our sizes are all done in inches, and the biggest we make is a 46. And you’d better believe our large sizes sell. For a second I wasn’t sure what to say to the guy’s comment, but I answered him casually. “We get a lot of beautiful big ladies in here.” Because we do. “We make corsets for real women, not Barbie dolls,” I added. Wasn’t trying to be smart, just kind of tossed it out there because that’s the line we like to use when people ask about larger sizes, and because, again, we do.

The boyfriend went quiet at that; I didn’t think anything of it, I just kept on lacing. A moment later, he said, a little awkwardly (but sincerely enough), “Didn’t mean to be offensive.”

I quickly smiled and brushed it off, said he wasn’t, said I was just saying. (Don’t want to make the customers uncomfortable, you know?) And that was the end of it. His comment had rubbed me the wrong way, but it wasn’t a big deal. Now, I wear a 20-inch corset. I’m a few cup sizes short of being one of the Barbie dolls. Like his girlfriend, I’m one of the “hot chicks”; he doesn’t have to worry about offending me by implying that I wouldn’t be fun to poke and pull at.

Honestly though, of all the people I fit sexy technically-undergarments to in a day, fat girls are maybe my favorite people to lace up. Because they are just so damn happy that we have stuff that fits them. They are so damn happy that the corsets we make in their sizes are all the same pretty, shiny colors and cool flower/dragon/skull/etc. prints that the smaller corsets are, not ugly beige and boring “granny” colors. They are so goddamn happy that at least one (of several on the grounds) corset shop carries things that they can wear, that they actually want to wear, and that they look fucking awesome in. This is only my second season working, and we’ve fit 60+ inch waists and double-K busts. The only people we’ve ever had to tell sorry, we don’t have anything that fits them, are twelve-year-old kids.

It’s half-wonderful, half-heartbreaking how excited those women get. Women who say with sad smiles, when we ask if they want to get fitted, “Oh, no, you don’t have anything that fits me,” and then are stunned when we’re 300% confident that yes we do, and we have options. Women who can’t stop smiling and looking at themselves in the mirror after we’ve got them laced in.

I had a lady last week whose waist I measured (cinching the tape tight, as per procedure) at 41 inches—honestly not all that big. So she picked out a 41-inch corset to try on. I could tell halfway through getting her laced that it was going to be a bit big for her, so I mentioned it and said she might do better to try a smaller size. She started crying on the spot. She was so overwhelmed; she couldn’t believe someone had just told her that a 41 was too big. She told me about how hard clothes shopping was for her, how her mother would tell her she needed an XXXL instead of an XXL, how she had recently lost weight but still couldn’t wear certain colors because they didn’t fit or she wasn’t confident enough.

She did end up getting her corset, and after I checked her out she asked if she could give me a hug, so we ended up standing there hugging each other for a minute. While we did, I told her, “Do not ever let anyone tell you any bullshit. You are gorgeous.” She said, “I have a new boyfriend and he keeps telling me that.” I told her he was right, and to just keep telling herself she’s gorgeous; it was okay if she didn’t always believe it, but to keep telling herself anyway. (That’s how I talked myself through shit when I had bad anxiety.)

We all know fat-shaming is bad. The stupidity, fatphobia, and misogyny of it has pissed me off since I first became aware of it. But working with clothing, especially as figure-hugging and precise as corsets, has given me a new perspective on it—how much it affects people and just how shitty it is. Like, what does it say that I had a grown, only average-big woman crying into my shoulder because she was so overjoyed not to be the uppermost extremity of what a manufacturer can clothe?

My job rocks and it’s really rewarding, but sometimes it highlights some of the ugliest shit about society. I’m so glad I work at a shop that’s not bullshit about body types and operates with more people in mind than just scrawny white chicks like me. The fat women I work with are a ton of fun to lace up, and they’re so much more than their size—they’re cool, they’re smart, they’re funny, they’re sweet, they’re great to talk to, and yes, they’re hot. I’m so damn done with them getting short-changed and shamed by petty fucks who refuse to make them nice clothes, who refuse to even try to work for them, who refuse to consider them pretty. This whole rant was useless and won’t get read, but I had to vent because it’s been driving me nuts.

So actually, screw you, random dude. Fat girls are the highlight of my job.

How could they say this to us

found this in ibispaint files

James Corden Responds to Bill Maher’s Fat Shaming Take 

He knows I LOVE SEEING his FAT.

So I MAKE him to go the beach. All summer.

Opinions, unheard.

Don't judge a book by its cover, they say. What is on the inside matters more than what's on the outside. Physical beauty is temporary, is what I hear... ...On the same breath with, you should try this green tea. This new exercise is very useful. Morning yoga is the best, is what I hear.  Useful for what? The best for what? Why is my weight, the shape of my body, the cellulite on my thighs, the flabs on my stomach, the rolls on my back, not as lovely as the huge size of my breasts or the full curve of my ass?  Why are some parts of me too much for anyone to love and the others too less for anyone to notice?  How come my new idea or valid opinion comes second to the size of my clothes, my personality second to the waist of my jeans, for your judgement?  Does this much of me scare you? That there's more of me in the world than you can ever be? Does the shape of me hide my intellect, or is my voice not loud enough for you to hear over the sound of my heavy footsteps?  Perhaps not. Maybe it's not my voice that's soft, but your hearing that's weak. Maybe the sight of me blocks my ideas and thoughts and words for you because you didn't get the right prescription for your eyes.  Maybe this much of me does scare you because I am noticeable. Because I don't have to find my clothes in the baby section of the store. Because when I move, the way is cleared for me, and it scares you. My power, my command over the crowd scares you. My reality is so different from yours, so pure and much more meaningful that its depth scares you.  And I will not let you use your fear to beat me into the mould that society approves of, I will not allow your insecurity make me love myself less.  Don't judge a book by its cover they say. Open the gaddamn book and get reading. 

I'm stealing this from Twitter

Here's the link

I am a high-definition gateway drug body double!

Why are some of you so tubby?

Sunlit Honey: Well... I’ve always been a large pony for my age, and I’m  not really done growing yet...

Pigeon Catcher: I’m due for a growth spurt at any point now.

Luxfite: It’s fur. I’m fluffy.

Azure-Blue: That’s where everypony keeps their organs, and I’m no exception.

Prince Silverwing: I’d imagine it’s probably actually malnutrition...

Nuh uh cause I can't stand this shit. I'm really bout sick and tired of these fucking people (also I'm talking bout all the dumbass replies to this) 1. Why do you get to decide what is "disgusting" 2. If you so big and bad then don't answer anonymously 3. You're saying they can't draw but then show us one of your drawings tf 4. Have you been on the internet sweetie? You gon correct everyone who spells something wrong? 5. And finally YALL ARE NOT FUCKING GOD You do not get to decide what people should look like, act like, say, do fucking NOTHING.you worried about their weight? What about the fucking government what about children being abused and human sex trafficking. If you got enough time to spout all this bullshit you best also be commenting on every fucking thing bad in the world alright? Anyways Worry about y'all damn selves and maybe something good would happen in this trash ass world. Also @yuma-mukami-garden-god I love your drawings and you are beautiful in every way.

I wouldn’t listen to that one anon saying they like your drawing, they are illiterate as fuck. And just in case their dumb ass is reading this it’s “I know you’re pretty” not “I know your pretty”

Ya really got nothing better to do then try and bring other people down to your level it's petty af idc if her grammer was wrong idc if mine is wrong and idc if you don't like my art but if you don't like it why comment and harrass me? Your putting in a lot of effort to prove you don't like my art it's a little sad and stop trying to harrass my followers!

Thx hun

I’m depressed. That sucks but what am I to do?

In less than 6 months I gained more that 15 kilos. I’m just a fat whale that abandoned Ana and Mia and now want to get back.

(that was me not even in my lw) that time I saw myself as a morbidly obese person but now I now I have became one and just want to get back to my lw desperately.

I can’t control myself and it sucks. I have never felt so bad. Now I started Mia and cutting but the only thing I truly want is my dear Ana back.