We talk about pears and apples, BBWs and SSBBWs, gay and straight, single and attached. Differences are often more obvious than commonalities.
Let's talk about what we all have in common as fat women--the stuff that we can *all* identify with.
I'll start:
I've found that I share with a lot of fat girls I've known a sense of having felt awkward and unfeminine during puberty. Maybe it's true that most adolescents share in a sense of awkwardness about their bodies, but for me as a growing fat girl it was accompanied by a growing alarm at opening those magazines for women and realizing slowly that I did not look like I was "supposed" to look.
I remember once reading that you should not be able to hold more than a pencil in the crease under the breasts. Well, my boobs were so large (they grew in very rapidly when I was twelve and had stretch marks, too), that I could hold a stapler under there if I really tried! It was strangely shameful.
At the same time, I remember that I'd look at my body, even early on, and secretly admired it, especially the parts that seemed to want to grow unhindered, to exceed their boundaries. I liked the way it all looked, though I knew I was supposed to want my body to look different.
Does any of that ring a bell with anyone here?
Let's talk about what we all have in common as fat women--the stuff that we can *all* identify with.
I'll start:
I've found that I share with a lot of fat girls I've known a sense of having felt awkward and unfeminine during puberty. Maybe it's true that most adolescents share in a sense of awkwardness about their bodies, but for me as a growing fat girl it was accompanied by a growing alarm at opening those magazines for women and realizing slowly that I did not look like I was "supposed" to look.
I remember once reading that you should not be able to hold more than a pencil in the crease under the breasts. Well, my boobs were so large (they grew in very rapidly when I was twelve and had stretch marks, too), that I could hold a stapler under there if I really tried! It was strangely shameful.
At the same time, I remember that I'd look at my body, even early on, and secretly admired it, especially the parts that seemed to want to grow unhindered, to exceed their boundaries. I liked the way it all looked, though I knew I was supposed to want my body to look different.
Does any of that ring a bell with anyone here?
