Mood: Amazed by the obvious.
You see, I had a slight epiphany today.
Today I was commenting on someone's blog in OK Cupid and realized that I wasn't squicked out by the word fat.
Here's the comment:
"My thought process goes like this: If you post profile pictures of yourself and how you currently look, then most people will be able to figure out if they are attracted to you. If you're worried that some might still not be able to figure out what size you are, then you could actually put the word "fat" someplace in your profile. I'd much rather have someone just look at me and if I'm not their cup of tea, then they can merrily go on with their bad selves. To me body size is a preference like any other thing, and the word fat is descriptive language."
Fraking wow. Could I have said that a year ago? I think the difference is that I believe it.
Mind you, I've been walking the walk and talking the talk for years.
Been doing this by a couple of different methods like making the word all cute, spelling it "phat", or going to BBW [Fat Person] conventions to be with other fat folks.
The difference for me is, the word fat is rapidly approaching the descriptive language category in my vocabulary, my inner critic, and my heart. Could this just be me having a so called good day, or is it something deeper?
Let me reflect a bit:
I have squishy parts. Soft parts that keep me and my loved ones warm. An abundance of ass, pretty, inviting, firm, touchable boobies [so I've been told lately - heh!] a sweetly pinchable face full of cheek and chin[s] - please ask before you pinch m'ok?...in addition there's my thick thighs, soft yet strong arms, and my round belly that my loves like to rest heads on while I stroke or pet their hair.
Now I can exhale. It's OK. Or it's quickly gonna be.
A wow moment. Right on.
