One day, FF and I talked about the fact that we were fat. It was a surprising conversation. I had never talked to another fat person about being fat. We kept it light. We talked about “Chub Rub” – the chaffing between our thighs on hot summer days. We talked about our low-hanging bellies – We called them meat curtains and envisioned theatrical events that could take place beneath them. We talked about uncomfortable plane seats. We talked about diets and childhood humiliations. We made fun of ourselves. We made fun of other fat people. We leaned in close and whispered terrible things we’d never said out loud before. We laughed until we cried. We laughed so hard we had to leave the restaurant where we were having lunch. It was the least politically correct conversation I’ve ever had, and it RADICALLY changed my life.
I have created The Fat Experience Project to humanize the life lived large.
No more headless bouncing bellies on the news with the “Obesity Epidemic” stamped across the screen.
We have faces, names, lives and stories.
It’s a really well designed, professional site and such a great idea. And how freaking cute are all these contributors so far? Sorry to be shallow! You’re all very cute.
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