Definitively Infinitive

Like why are you doing it? Think about why you’re doing it. You didn’t form the opinion that you’d be happier at a lower weight in a vaccuum, you formed it in a fatphobic society.

I want to have a conversation with my fellow fat folk on here about sex and intimacy AS a fat person, and how important it is to be with someone who is not just “okay with” or “doesn’t mind” your fat. How important it is that when you are in love with yourself for who you are and are working on your self love, that you have intimate partners who aren’t only touching up on you when you’re alone. Who wanna rub up on your belly and your rolls and your dimples and shit, not just recite Drake ‘BBW’ lyrics and recycled Katt Williams’ jokes about stretch marks. It’s important to me that I am with someone who likes and loves everything about me, including every inch of my presently fat body. Someone who can and wants to be around me in my cute ass tank top and panties with my belly out and my legs kicked up on the couch cute as shit. Someone who sees those bad days, those dark days when I don’t love myself as much and I’m feeling down about myself, and is able to pull me up and remind me how amazing I am. Someone who isn’t fetishizing my fat but sees that I love myself and I’m still working on loving myself and my fat body, and is an active part of that love.

me:

Lady A: He is in there only to peep on women.

Lady B: Were you there to peep on other women?

Lady A: No.

Lady B: Neither was she.

Lady A: She is a he!

Lady B: Are you a he?

Lady A: No.

Lady B: Neither is she.

Lady A: But he has a penis!

Lady B: Have you seen her penis?

Lady A: Yes!

and i have to apologise

i’ve seen the error of my ways

straight boys are not ’weak and pathetic’