On the necessity for real world fat communities

 Big Beach Bums, Brighton, 2011 Yesterday’s conversation with Marianne on Twitter got me thinking about the necessity for in person fat meets. Here are some of my thoughts, and an idea.  Before I went to Uni at the tender age of 19, I was the fattest person I had ever known. As a teenager, I

Dieting as privilege

An image comparing my visible, unintentional weightloss in less than a month.  **EDIT: I am not going to respond to comments on this post anymore, positive or negative. I think I have mentioned my mental health quite a few times on this blog, and elsewhere, so it’s hardly a secret, and I had a bad

An Absence of Colour

When I pulled on my favourite mint hotpants today, I didn’t feel any different. I just felt happy that I was dressing up and was going to take some nice photos and feel better about my body image.

As we die, both you and I

When Lila can’t recognize where she is, she attributes it to the acid. She recognizes that much at least, that everything is not as it should be, that her surroundings exist only in her drug riddled head, and not in the world her body inhabits.

Five years ago

Yesterday I was prompted to combat my agoraphobia and go to Uni because I really needed to do library work. On the bus I saw a terribly saddening sight.