Brown is the new black.
50 is the new 30.
Fat is the new…ummmmm – FAT!!
What? How dare I use the dreaded F word. I mean come on, I AM a female for cryin out sideways!! I need to be ashamed, guilted, depressed or at the very least quiet about it.
Well I am daring to come out of the closet, so to speak, about using the word FAT to describe my wonderful body!! I have owned this big body for MANY years now and have loved all that it has provided me. Men, clothes, travel, singing, acting, men, commercials, comedy, beauty, men (God have I mentioned MEN?) and so many other amazing experiences.
When you pick up a puppy, you turn it over and love on it exclaiming, “Oh I love this fat little belly!!” I myself usually kiss a puppy belly and raspberry it. I love love love the smell of puppy belly skin.
A newborn baby? Of the human kind, that is. We comment on the adorable chubby cheeks and the amazing fat at the top of the baby legs. We comment how healthy those chunky babies look, and my look at the beautiful color…no matter what color!
Ok, so when did FAT become bad? I have that fat at the top of my legs, belly charm and adorable cheeks. I must be amazingly cute…well my FAT is. To me. To my husband. To many others too.
I am reclaiming the word. I have been for a few years actually. In conversation I will drop it in, you know, referring to myself as a fat girl. When people look in horror, they begin to say…”Oh Wendy, you aren’t fat!” Which cracks me up….ummmm because I am. But I don’t find it distasteful, or shameful. I love who I am, and who I am continuing to become, and a piece of that is that I am fat. So I say to those people, “I am fat, but fat doesn’t mean a bad thing. I am like the puppy or the baby.” And when I am finished telling them the puppy/baby analogy, I can tell that they want to be that cuddly too…I mean, if they dared to say it.
I tell people that I may have a disease. I call it “Reverse Anorexia”. Anorexics believe when they look in the mirror that they are fat when really they are amazingly thin. I look in the mirror and believe I am perfect, and fat, and that damn…I am hot!!
Join me. Claim it. Wear it. Be it. Love it. Be comfortable in your skin – and pretty lingerie. Lace yourself in to a sexy corset, glam up with a garter belt, strut your pearl g-string in the bedroom – with nothing else on! Because always, no matter your weight or your size, the only thing that really matters is: Acceptance. Total, non-judgmental, acceptance. Of yourself, and all others.
With love from a fat girl…xoxo Wendy
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