I promised myself that I’d take a picture for Tummy Tuesday, and well—here it is. I had another, more ‘flattering’ picture, that I was going to use, but then I said, y’know what? Fuck it. This is my belly, in all its glory.
My belly has been the crux of my insecurities for years. Other body parts, I’ve been able to come to terms with. I don’t mind my big hips or my wide bum or my bodacious ta-tas. They don’t really bother me. But my belly? Well, my belly is the last part of me that needs to be accepted. I’m not there yet, but it’s getting closer.
My belly has kept me out of booths at restaurants. It’s kept me off rides at amusement parks. It’s made pants look ridiculous. It’s made children point and ask their parents why I’m so big, do I have a baby inside me? It’s made men and women alike think that it’s okay to laugh at me. It’s been a political tool that people who don’t know better have used to ‘prove’ that I’m lazy, or that I don’t care about my health, my lifespan, or my future.
But.
My belly has also been with me through it all. Through surgeries, deaths of family members and loved ones, heartbreaks, suicide attempts, the times when I thought my world was ending, and the times I was so happy I thought my life couldn’t be real. My boyfriend loves it. My friend’s children love it. In fact, an unsettling amount of people have been a fan. And now I’m putting it out there. No photoshop, no angles, no flattering clothing to make it look smaller.
This is my belly. It’s big. It’s squishy. It demands your attention. It’s mine.
I felt it necessary to reblog my BBB post in support of Kyla and the BBB blog :)
If you’re that fat that you can’t even see your pussy, i wouldn’t fucking show off. It’s ok to be confident with yourself, no matter what your size, but proving to yourself that you are beautiful by posting a picture of what you’re the most insecure about will only leave you with a bunch of negative remarks and a reinforcement of the idea that being fat is a part of who you are. It fucking sucks, but people are mean, ruthless, and heartless and no matter how much support you try and gain, you will only continue to live an unhealthy lifestyle and not really get to the root of why your eating habits have gotten to the point that they have. And don’t try to tell me that you’re living healthily because it’s clear as fucking day that you have a problem and your heart, liver, and lungs weren’t built to support such an oversized system. It’s not the way humans evolved.
Either way, it’s good to get over your insecurities, but I believe that talking to a therapist and a nutritionist will get you much further in life than trying to get people to support your sorrow.
SUPPORT HER SORROW?
I’m sorry but FUCK YOU.
It takes SO much fucking guts and confidence to show your body to the world without an apology when you’re fat. It’s sickening that you chose this post, of all the posts of fat women in the world, this fucking post, to get on a podium and start talking about therapy when you start this post with
“If you’re that fat that you can’t even see your pussy, i wouldn’t fucking show off”
THEN HOW ABOUT *YOU* DONT SHOW OFF?
The “concern” you feel for this woman does NOT go beyond this post where you so blatantly make remarks that are both hurtful and HARMFUL to the mental HEALTH of this woman. Before you share your opinons on someones body, think about how YOU would feel if it were you, and then make a decision. But don’t call your judgy fucking post “concern” because that’s not at all what it is.
I admire her boldness. I know I probably couldn’t post this. Also, I don’t get why people hit us bigger chicks with the “you can’t see your pussy” quip. Err…ya gotta see it? To use it? So blind people, they just…umm. Ok. LOL.
