Sunday, October 24, 2010

Fat friends dating friends?

I know alot of couples who have met through friends.

"Oh, I think I know someone who you might really hit it off with! I'll set something up!"

That's something I've never had said to me.

No one wants to set someone up with their fat friend.

Is it because they assume no one wants to date a fat girl? Or because they don't want their friend dating a fat girl?

I'm curious. Genuinely curious. When you are talking to that guy you've just met, or that guy you used to know from that place, and you think, "Man, I should really introduce him to *insert single thin girl's name here*." Why doesn't the single fat girl's name cross your mind?

Friends who are currently single, and not fat, almost constantly being "set up" with other single friends.

I'm not going to lie, I'm actually a little offended guys. I'm a fun person, genuine, sweet, nice, funny. And as far as fat girls go, I'd go so far as to say I'm kind of cute, pretty, even. Let's face it, I've got a pretty great head of hair, and my eyes, they're fucking gorgeous. So, where are all your single man friends? Hmmmm?

Sunday, August 8, 2010


Ok, so, unintentionally..

I was sick for about three weeks.  First a lovely summer cold (Always a favorite!), followed by strep throat AND an inner ear infection (Yay!), and then some virul infection that caused me unrelenting headaches, muscle aches and pains, zero energy, nausea, vomiting, dizzyness, lightheadedness, fever, chills, and then half my body went numb.

So, didn't really eat much!  And now that I'm over it, I'm assuming my stomach has shrunk, because I'm only eating maybe one full meal a day, and half way through it, I'm feeling stuffed.

At the beginning of the week, I went shopping with my parents to Cosco, and naturally, we decide to grab some dinner before heading home. I opted for the chicken fingers and fries. Yum. Well, a handful of fries and one chicken finger in, I'm already full. But I said to myself, no, these chicken fingers are delicious! I must press on. So I finished the chicken, nibbled a few more fries, and felt like I was going to explode. So we sat for a bit, then my Mom decided she was in the mood for ice cream. OMG. Last time we were there, I really wanted a cone, but they were out of cones, and in a bowl? Please. Not the same. So I said, "Fuck it! I want some damn ice cream." So there I am, enjoying a waffle cone full of swirl ice cream. As we're walking to the car, I say to my Dad, "I think I'm going to puke." He laughs at me. I sit down in the driver seat, lean out of the car, and "BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!" Ice cream, all over Cosco parking lot.

So, joking about my Cosco puke with friends, and being excited about the 25lbs lost, I've concluded that the best way for a fat girl to lose weight is to be an Anorexic Bullemic.

Not eat, then throw it all up when I do!

I'm kidding of course.

Before you all panic and dial up a therapist for me.

I'm not the eating disorder type. I HATE throwing up. Ew. And let's face it, I really like cheeseburgers and cookies.

But, it's a bit depressing to know, that in terms of weight loss, that system appears to work for me. Terrifying, actually.

I plan on continuing with the smaller portions, and am hoping to include a bit more physical activity in my day to day life. So I'll keep you updated on how this works out.

But I guess I should be somewhat thankful for my 3 weeks of agony. Although I could have gone without all the dizzyness.

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

All fat girls look alike. ..?

This is a picture of myself, and my friend and coworker Charlene. 

In our opinion, we look nothing alike. Occasionally our hair is similar in color, not often. And we both happen to be fat girls. Here's how we are visibly different: I am fatter. I wear glasses (ALL THE TIME). We have completely different hair cuts. Different styles in clothing. Completely different facial features. The list goes on. 

Now, this happens often, especially at our place of work. With both customers and coworkers. I'm always being called Charlene, or someone calls her Treasure. Or we are told by a customer that we helped them yesterday or the day before. Meanwhile, we weren't in..

So I'm curious, why is this? Because we're of the plus sized variety we get rolled into being the same person? That seems a little harsh, no?

Thursday, May 27, 2010

Hot guys who like fat girls.

Was just attempting to have a conversation with possibly the hottest man I've ever seen who is apparently into fat girls..

But, and I'm not lieing, he refused to tell me anything about himself, unless I showed him my boobs...

What. The. Fuck. 

Like, who the hell does this guy think he is?  I don't care if you're Keith Urban, well.. maybe if you're Keith Urban... but who thinks they can just be like that to someone?  

What bothers me most, I think, is he obviously thinks this is ok, because I'm sure there has been more then one fat girl who has dropped trou on cam just to have a conversation with this guy.  This makes me sad.  To think that women are so willing to bypass any of their morals or values just to have a shot at talking to this guy.  

Here's what he looks like, if the pics are even real..

And here is the end of our brief conversation:

28/05/2010 12:25:13 AM ~Treasure~ so, tell me a bit about yourself unrelated to your love of boobs

28/05/2010 12:25:31 AM James fist shwo me the D cups
28/05/2010 12:25:34 AM James then i will spill all

28/05/2010 12:26:02 AM ~Treasure~  well that's not fair

28/05/2010 12:26:08 AM James  lol
28/05/2010 12:26:13 AM James  i tihnk it is babe

28/05/2010 12:27:01 AM ~Treasure~ you're hot, but i'm not gonna show you my boobs just so you'll tell me what your favorite color is. 
28/05/2010 12:27:12 AM ~Treasure~ if that's the kind of girl you wanna talk to, it's not me. 
28/05/2010 12:27:15 AM ~Treasure~ so best of luck. 

28/05/2010 12:27:41 AM James  adios

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Conspiracy Theory

I have a theory.  A theory I've voiced to friends.  A theory I'm going to share with you here today.

My theory is that there is a conspiracy to keep fat women from wearing bathing suits.

Here is why I've come to this conclusion..

Last summer I was in the market for a new bathing suit.  My old one was worn, and well, just completely unflattering.  Every single suit I tried on was floral.  Fat women look awful in floral.  Fat women look awful in many large printed patterns, for that matter.  Well, not all fat women, and not all patterns.  But it's not easy to pull off on the best of days.

So I have come to the conclusion that in order to keep fat women from parading around in swimsuits, we'll just be given nothing but ugly options for swimsuits, therefore deciding it best we avoid the beach altogether.

Well, I bought a swimsuit.  And yes, unfortunately, the bust of the suit is of a floral nature.  But this summer, I will wear my floral swimsuit with pride!  Because I love going to the beach.  And God Damnit!  The beach is going to love me!

Sunday, January 24, 2010


So... What has she been up to you may be asking?

Well the answer is, this fat girl went out and got herself a boyfriend! Yes folks, a real live one! He was cute too! And apparently into big girls. I say was, because the relationship recently ended. On good terms, I might add, and we plan to remain friends.

Anyway, what I want to talk about today is not the end of the relationship, but the beginning. Of course, as can be expected, I was nervous to "bare all" and crawl out of my fat girl shell.

I asked some of the questions I'm always curious about when a man shows an interest. "Why do you like me? I'm fat, why are you into that? Have you always dated big girls?"

And Oh Gawd! His answers were perfect. "I like you because you're a great person. It doesn't matter what size you are, I don't care about that, you're beautiful. I've always been more attracted to bigger girls."

Even though he reassured me many times, in many ways how attractive he found me, and even though I felt comfortable with him, it remained difficult to show all my fat girl parts to him, at least while the room was lighted. But even in the dark, knowing he'd been up close and personal with my body, I still felt the need to hide, whether under the shred of blanket I could find, or pulling my hair down to cover rolls.

He of course, didn't understand this. I at times don't understand it. I can be feeling confident in myself, in my appearance, feeling sexy even. And then it happens... That thought creeps into the back of my mind... "You think you're hot, but you're still a fatty."

I go onto websites like, and see these women showing off all of their curves, just oozing with self-confidence. I'm so jealous of these women.

I know I'll never be thin. But I would love at some point in my life to feel completely confident in my appearance. To walk into a room, and own it. Not think, "They're looking cause I'm the fat girl."