bellybelly. Relaxing after a hard week.
I remember once in highschool, I publicly referred to myself as “fat”.
And like six people got upset with me.
Because apparently it’s wrong to call myself fat.
Sorry, but I am fat. And I can use whatever term I want to describe my body. I understand that the term may offend other people, but I don’t think six thin people need to tell me how to refer to my body.
I’m fat. Not “Oh you’ve got a pretty face, you’re not fat hun.”
F A T.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go beg my mom to get me a bacon burger. Brb.
Fat acceptance activists do not discourage weight loss. Fat acceptance activists do not hate thin women. Fat acceptance activists do not talk about women with “meat on their bones” being more attractive. You’re thinking of chubby chasers, who promote fat objectification, not fat acceptance.
It’s not even spring and I’m already sick of the phrase “bikini ready.”
Get over it, society.
You only need two things to be bikini ready:
- a body
- a bikini
The rest takes care of itself because YOUR BODY IS FINE THE WAY IT IS and you don’t have to look a certain way to be “allowed” to wear a bikini, or a tankini, or a one-piece, or whatever the heck you want.