The Thong

I was 28 years old when I bought my first thong.  Thongs aren’t made for fat girls, said my brain to me, said commercials to my brain, said porn to my ex lovers. Thongs are made to rest between smooth, firm ass cheeks that fit in the palm of a man’s hand. Thongs are not made…

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She is so beautiful and I love her so

Since the end of this past era,I have learned to love the movement of my body I’m faking it ’till I make ittelling this earthly vessel,you’re ok, girlYou got this And suddenly I do got thisholding my whole to the groundlifting legs to chestloving the stomp of elephant feet to the floor I am a…

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Things I Want to Tell You: A Public Service Announcement

I want to tell you why I’m not dieting anymore. I want to tell you, but I am afraid. I want to tell you, in joy, about the rolls that have come back to my arms, the measuring cups and spoons gathering dust in the drawer, the scale gathering dust in the linen closet–but I…

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A Fat Woman Does Yoga with Great Joy

My muscles ache with use and I am tender.Fragile.Free.I quake through fat thighs,and feel the earth rising through me. I am not a beautiful animal, but functional, and vibrating with life. I can do things.Watch me lift my big body up stairways.Watch me walk with tiny toe taps,soft and silent as kitten paws.Watch me shimmy…

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