May 16, 2012
A basic course in self love relative reading material:Bovine belly draped in tinsel,hickeys and bruises photographedfor the scrapbook;hands held flat by duct tape, prayingtherapy works for dreamers.

A basic course in self love
relative reading material:
Bovine belly draped in tinsel,
hickeys and bruises photographed
for the scrapbook;
hands held flat by duct tape, praying
therapy works for dreamers.




January 29, 2012
Selfie Sunday! Whenever I’m home sick, I put on some lipstick and try and take a photo of myself that doesn’t suck, so I can feel a bit less gross. Works every time!

Selfie Sunday! Whenever I’m home sick, I put on some lipstick and try and take a photo of myself that doesn’t suck, so I can feel a bit less gross. Works every time!

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September 14, 2011
My ASOS Curve Jersey Body Suit came in the mail today! I lurve it! It’s a size 26UK, or 22US.
At $32 bucks, I was hesitant but I bought it anyway, but then I had to pay $29 COD when it came through customs, which kinda sucked. Being a fatty is hard work sometimes.

My ASOS Curve Jersey Body Suit came in the mail today! I lurve it! It’s a size 26UK, or 22US.

At $32 bucks, I was hesitant but I bought it anyway, but then I had to pay $29 COD when it came through customs, which kinda sucked. Being a fatty is hard work sometimes.

July 20, 2011
I saw these leggings from Domino Dollhouse on Jessica and I HAD to have them on meeeee.
Shirt/Dress thing: XL - H&M
Hoodie: 7th grade chic, eh?
Leggings: 2XL - Domino Dollhouse

I saw these leggings from Domino Dollhouse on Jessica and I HAD to have them on meeeee.

Shirt/Dress thing: XL - H&M

Hoodie: 7th grade chic, eh?

Leggings: 2XL - Domino Dollhouse

July 14, 2011
LibrettoIt’s all crescendo from hereas I age with every home cooked meal orget younger with every musical apartment intermezzo.Cats and neighbours see it every day:A happy loss of childhood,a true aging in my breast andharmony in my lungs.Radio strings to represent the adagio of tightening muscles.I stand on my music box, [enclosed: Grandmother’s metronome andFather’s old CB]tightening for my debut. Curtain rises, overture ends.

Libretto

It’s all crescendo from here
as I age with every
home cooked meal or
get younger with every
musical apartment intermezzo.

Cats and neighbours see it
every day:
A happy loss of childhood,
a true aging in my breast and
harmony in my lungs.

Radio strings to represent
the adagio of tightening muscles.
I stand on my music box,
[enclosed: Grandmother’s metronome and
Father’s old CB]
tightening for my debut.

Curtain rises, overture ends.

April 15, 2010

My “Weight loss Diaries” - the fifth installment.

April 5, 2010
I’m Coming Out as Fat…. in poetry.

This poem is based off of the tumblr post by riotsnotdiets. The whole thing inspired me so much. I read this at a poetry reading last weekend and people kept coming up to me and telling me their amazing stories and how glad they were to have heard these words.

We are at war and it’s a consumer battle.
routines, products, diets, equipment,
supplements, memberships.
Our bodies are sites of struggle.
They are to be controlled.

But 97% of people who diet gain all the weight back.
And we tell them it’s for a lack of will or control.

Well, I refuse to believe I’m fat because I’m lazy.
‘Cause I’ve climbed every ladder and
travelled on a dime everywhere I’ve wanted to go-
but somehow cannot find this thin-me within.

Now I wear this “inability” with pride.

Because I am just a fat person.
I eat well and exercise yet-
I am still a fat person.
This used to mean I wasn’t pretty or attractive.
It meant I was imperfect.

But studies show that people who eat well for pleasure
are healthier than those who do it to shed pounds.
It’s not fat that makes you unhealthy – it’s lifestyle.
Many people live this way,
but it’s us fat people that are made to feel bad about it.

So, I’m coming out as Fat to erase this toxic negativity.
I will refuse to comment on my body or yours because
we are taught to think such awful shit about it.
No-
I love my body for what it allows me to do.
I can walk for miles, navigate the subway,
swim in pools and dance the night away.
To love your body out loud while the diet industry
screams at you to CHANGE yourself is a war cry.
To commit yourself to body-love is a transformation.

For me, this means no weight-loss talk.
It means not watching TV shows that humiliate fat people.
Not talking or thinking negatively about our bodies.
It means loving fashion, clothes and the way my body looks in them.
It means fighting against fat discrimination and hate.

The point to all this   is to be clear that I am fat, and there’s no shame in it.
It doesn’t detract from my loveliness – it’s just fat.
An adjective. A physical attribute. And that is a revolution.

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