Thought that might get your attention!
Now why did you read that? Because you think I am referring to you? Do we all feel like fatties? Though your not – OK???!!! We are, mostly, pretty bloody average, thanks very much…yeah, honey, ave.er.age…
I fast two days a week, to rid moi of larding fat – the stuff that I enthuse with for the other five days – via my, onion ring, crisp fetish and vino delovely. But actually, according to my old man, my own female perception is somewhat skewed, (Huh? Surely not). As according to him indoors: “your alright love”….Hmmm.
Thanks babe – so why the pain? Can I blame it entirely on my brother who spent the majority of my paranoic-infested, love-stricken, fashion foolish, teenage years calling me fatso, fatty arbuckle and similar names of fat-fueled wrath? (I do, for the record, blame him – thanks Matt.)
But, out in the greater, wider, wiser, considerably cooler world are true fatties, proper fatsos who are proud of their curves, who embrace their thunder thighs; these chicks are delivering an enormous porcine spear to their boney model counterparts in their meteoric rise and general attitude of: ‘sod you all’…
These laydees, quite frankly, have got it going on.
They are loud and proud, and boy should we give them full respect as we fester away on our 5:2 diets and skinny jeans…we are sheep my friends – mere, bloody sheep.
Being utterly true to yourself, and wearing whatever the hell you want, however the hell you look (to the outside world and not your inner one).
How many of us actually, honestly, follow that path?
Check them out all of y’all: