TallFatSue
Well-Known Member
A positive attitude works wonders, and if I dwelt on all the little setbacks and injustices I've faced simply because I'm huge, then I'd probably be a very angry woman. Instead, I either immediately correct the situation, or just plain don't worry about it. A woman needs to choose her battles wisely.
I don't exactly revel in my obesity, but I'm verrrry proud of my fat because it's made me a better person. My size has helped teach me what is and is not truly important in life, and not to prejudge things purely on appearances. Sometimes it's a challenge to haul around so much fat, but if that's my worst problem in life then I'll keep it. Besides, a good hearty meal gives me such a buzz it's almost erotic (purrrr). Attitude is everything, and anyway, living well is the best revenge in a society which undervalues fat women.
(And if I might digress a bit... Yes, it can be a royal nuisance to have so much fat bouncing around. But I often think way back to my university years in the 1970s, and an average-sized classmate who had no left arm. She managed quite well with a hook for a hand, wasn't shy about it, and she had a pretty sunny disposition. I remember once she commented about her accident, "It could have been worse. I'm still here. And I was right-handed anyway." Yep, methinx a couple hundred pounds of extra body fat is fine with me, and I honestly believe obesity has generally improved my quality of life.)
The darndest things make me happy. I went into work an hour early this morning, just before dawn. I looked up and there was a nice big beautiful Full Moon in the western sky. Then I looked down to watch my step on the icy pavement, and there I saw what looked like a little Full Moon on the sidewalk. It was a shiny new dime! Then I read a notice that one of our suppliers will cater our lunch in the office today, and we have some more free lunches coming up next week. I'll be enjoying a major food buzz from now until Christmas, and then some. Yes indeedy, life is good.
I don't exactly revel in my obesity, but I'm verrrry proud of my fat because it's made me a better person. My size has helped teach me what is and is not truly important in life, and not to prejudge things purely on appearances. Sometimes it's a challenge to haul around so much fat, but if that's my worst problem in life then I'll keep it. Besides, a good hearty meal gives me such a buzz it's almost erotic (purrrr). Attitude is everything, and anyway, living well is the best revenge in a society which undervalues fat women.
(And if I might digress a bit... Yes, it can be a royal nuisance to have so much fat bouncing around. But I often think way back to my university years in the 1970s, and an average-sized classmate who had no left arm. She managed quite well with a hook for a hand, wasn't shy about it, and she had a pretty sunny disposition. I remember once she commented about her accident, "It could have been worse. I'm still here. And I was right-handed anyway." Yep, methinx a couple hundred pounds of extra body fat is fine with me, and I honestly believe obesity has generally improved my quality of life.)
The darndest things make me happy. I went into work an hour early this morning, just before dawn. I looked up and there was a nice big beautiful Full Moon in the western sky. Then I looked down to watch my step on the icy pavement, and there I saw what looked like a little Full Moon on the sidewalk. It was a shiny new dime! Then I read a notice that one of our suppliers will cater our lunch in the office today, and we have some more free lunches coming up next week. I'll be enjoying a major food buzz from now until Christmas, and then some. Yes indeedy, life is good.
