Fatulous!

Fatulous (adj.): being thick, curvy, or otherwise just fat, and fabulous at the same time. You only get one life on this earth, don't spend it hating yourself. Fat or thin, confidence is in!

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Confidence and Love Interests.

I’ve said quite a bit about having confidence in yourself no matter what your size, but what about when you’re talking to a dating prospect and they have none whatsoever? I see a lot of this in men, just as much as women, if not more. Women are hateful, awful creatures sometimes too! I’ve met some men and said a few kind words to them and anytime they say something nice in return they say “I hope it’s okay for me to say that.” Dude, say whatever you want! I’ll respond accordingly either way, just have a little confidence! Confidence is so sexy, I can’t even begin to explain the difference it makes in how attractive it makes a person! You could be 400 pounds and love yourself and become infinitely more attractive in an instant. The opposite also applies…you could be the most physically attractive human being and have no confidence whatsoever and become a project nobody has time for. People with low self-esteem have a label on their forehead that reads “REQUIRES ASSEMBLY.” What self respecting woman has time for that? I, for one, have no time to fix someone. Let me stress on that for a moment–you can not fix someone. They have to be willing to fix themselves, and when they can, that strength shows and that, too, is sexy.

For instance, there’s a man texting me right now. He’s sweet as can be, but a bit of a tortured soul. I don’t think this man has ever really been loved by someone that wasn’t obligated by blood. He keeps texting me over and over again, apologizing for anything he might have said that bothered me or pushed me away, but really, it was him apologizing over and over to me that did it! Like, no, don’t be sorry for being sweet, be courageous and own it! Casanova never apologized for that shit, neither do I, and neither should you!

I’m smooth as fuck. I am a wordsmith, and I always know the right thing to say to make a guy swoon, and I love that about myself! My confidence is probably a little higher than it should be, but I don’t give a shit, that’s what’s great about me, and when you’re dealing with a lady or gentleman like me that is full of confidence and knows what they want, you have to match that, if not exceed it.

Dating is hard for women of all shapes and sizes. Each size has their own set of obstacles when it comes to dating. When it comes to women of my stature, it appears that the vast majority of men seem to be very into me until they find out I’m abstinent. As if my vagina is the best part about me, PLEASE honey, I had a baby last year, you’re out of your fucking mind. I am all brains, confidence and motivation to succeed, and I don’t have time to spend on my back for any dude! It seems like most men like women of my size for sexual reasons, and I’m super prude, so all you have to do is wink at me suggestively and I’m out. That’s just me, though, I’ve never been an easy girl, and dammit, you shouldn’t be either! Make that motherfucker work for that booty! If he won’t, someone damn sure will!

The same concept goes for confidence. If a guy (or girl, whichever you’re into) has confidence in themselves, they have an "I’m gonna get that” attitude…not to be confused with the “hey…hey….hey….I’m sorry, did I say something wrong?…hello? :(” type. It’s actually pretty easy to tell the difference between confident persistence and lonely pestering.

Wise up. Pay attention to the signs. Work it!

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The Inevitable, Unwanted Visitor.

WARNING: Exceptionally vulgar post. 😂 This is not encouraging, nor does it have anything at all to do with the established subject matter, but I know every lady that reads this goes through the same thing. If there is anything I hate more than rude assholes who don't know how to treat people, it's that evil bitch Aunt Flo. She is a cunt whore from hell, and I want to slap the shit out of Eve for biting into the forbidden fruit! Like, BITCH, YOU COULDN'T JUST EAT A PEAR AND FUCK OFF? UGH. I was actually a little afraid of my woman parts earlier this afternoon. While taking a shower, a huge clot of blood fell out, bigger than half-dollar size. I was startled...I was like, "good lord, what is that?!" It looked like a gooey, black soul...I was horrified as it slithered down the drain and out of my life. I soon found out that that clot was a plug, holding in all of the hormones I hadn't been feeling the few days before that I was bleeding. Now all I want is to cry, make out, and eat pizza and cookies all at the exact same time. Wow, that sounds horrible. This whole post is horrible. Can I fire myself?

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Be you. Love it. Own it.

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Acceptance.

It’s hard enough being a girl in this world, with all these rules we have to follow just to be respected. You wear a crop top and you’re instantly pegged a slut, you’ve had sex with more than one guy and you’re a whore, you don’t have sex at all and you’re a prude…NONE of these things seem to apply in the least to men! They can run around with no shirt on and their shorts nearly exposing their meat and it’s totally acceptable, their friends and peers praise them every time they get laid, and next to none of them don’t have sex at all, but when they don’t, that’s about the only time they’re ostracized.

Women have to have flat stomachs and curvy hips and big boobs just to be considered beautiful these days, and there’s something so wrong with that statement. Beauty comes in all shapes and sizes! I’ve seen big girls that are drop dead freaking gorgeous! I mean, have you SEEN Tess Holliday? That woman is rolls on rolls and absolutely stunning, and she’s making huge strides towards changing beauty standards, but there will always be those people who aren’t into it. That’s fine, right? It’s completely okay to have preferences, but to completely trash someone for how they look and say hateful things is NEVER okay, but tell that to the countless people that think they’re so fucking amazing that anyone that doesn’t look, dress, act, or talk like them is the scum of the earth. The truth is, some people never learn how to treat people, and because of their ignorance, we have to learn not to take the heartless opinions of others as if it’s the truth. You wanna know the truth? People are fucking assholes, and even if you had a perfect figure, there will always be someone who has something terrible to say about you because of their own insecurities. Believe it or not, imagining how bad that person’s life must suck to treat you like garbage helps, but looking someone in the eyes right after they say something shitty, smiling, and “whatever horrible instance took place to make you hate your life so much that you feel the need to talk shit to a badass to feel better about yourself…it’s time to move on,” and walking away feels pretty fucking awesome. Like the idea of bathing in beer (or wine, if you’re too hip for beer) without having to worry about getting a yeast infection!

There are assholes everywhere. They come in all shapes and sizes and ethnicities, and sometimes you just have to out-asshole the asshole with a little backhanded sympathy. A little taste of their own medicine…but lightly sweetened. Where’s Mary Poppins when you need her?

When people don’t like you for you, it hurts. It means they’re only willing to see you for what you look like, and not how fucking amazing you are beneath the skin, but you know what? Sucks for them. It really is their loss, and something you have to keep in mind is that even if nobody else likes you, liking yourself makes all the difference! Liking yourself is bound to make other people like you, and having an I-don’t-give-a-fuck attitude about what other people think of you is something that a lot of people will envy and want. I’ve been a recluse several times in my life, and the only difference between how I handle it now as opposed to how I handled it in my teens is that I value my own company. It gives me enough time to reflect and see all the redeeming and exceptionally amazing qualities I have, and sometimes a little alone time to reflect is all it takes! You don’t need verbal reassurance from peers to tell you that you’re special, you just need to see that the only opinion of you that matters is the one you have about yourself!

If you’d like to jumpstart your confidence, I’d like to make a suggestion. Every day, look at yourself in the mirror and tell yourself three things you love about you. Eventually, you’ll have a list, and even a short list is better than no list at all. Positive affirmations only work if you completely believe them, though…you can’t look at yourself with tears in your eyes and say you’re beautiful and expect it to work, so start with specifics. “I have beautiful eyes.” “I kick ass at math.” “I make an AMAZING cornbread.” Whatever, be creative! It feels goofy at first to talk to yourself in the mirror, but it gets better, and that moment when you can look at yourself with your head held high and a smile on your face and say to yourself “I’m ‘bout to buttfuck this entire day” is the ultimate soul food. And it’s not even fattening! ❤️

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This is me. All of me. All 294 pounds of total fucking badass. I rarely take photos showing anything from the chest down, and this one is pretty old, but you get the idea. I figure I have to be this big to contain so much awesome, but enough gloating. My name is Christy. I'm 26 years old and live in Oklahoma. I'm a Christian, a single mom, and soon to be a licensed esthetician. Music is my greatest passion. Some of my favorite bands are Every Time I Die, Ice Nine Kills and Alkaline Trio. I love to sing, travel, write, paint, and make people laugh. I have a foul mouth and a big heart.

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Mission statement:

The point of Fatulous is not solely to reach out to the big and beautiful. I’m here to show every woman that they should love themselves for who they are, regardless of their skin color, size, sexual orientation or affiliation, what others think of you, etc, but it just so happens that I fall under the category of Fatulous. I want to encourage my readers with my fucking awesome demeanor and attitude towards life.

I am by no means the perfect role model. I am well aware that there are several different types of fat. There are comfort eaters, food addicts, people who are heavy due to medical conditions like PCOS, and people who eat what they want and just don’t give a shit. I’ve been heavy since I was a child, and during my childhood, I was somewhat forced to be a comfort eater. By the time I was old enough to understand that I was different because of my weight, it was already extremely hard for me to lose weight, and I’ve had a problem with my fluctuating weight my entire life, basically. I’ve tried countless diets and I’m pretty active. I FEAR the gym. If it weren’t a place full of the stigma of being the only fat person in the gym, I would probably live in the gym! I love working out, I love being active, but I, like many others, feel extremely uncomfortable surrounded by a bunch of meatheads while I’m just trying to make myself less of a chub chub.

I hate the word “fat”. I prefer “voluptuous”, or even “fluffy”, but when it comes right down to it, I really am just the first word. I am fat! People fucking love me, because I finally reached a point in my life where I stopped letting that three letter condemnation of a word define me. I swear a lot, I love Jesus, metal, and skincare, and I’m a devoted single mother to a beautiful little girl. I am fat, but fat is not me! Same goes for you. Everyone has their own stories of struggles and triumph, mine being no better or worse than anyone else’s. I hope you enjoy what I have to say, but if you don’t, whatever, I won’t be offended!

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