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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