I’ve been considered fat the majority of my life. In my teenage years I was maybe 20 lbs over weight. As I progressed through college and early adulthood, so did the numbers on the scale. While I have been lucky enough to not let my size dictate my self-worth and value, I’d be lying to say my size never bothered me. But, the older I get the less I care about what anyone else thinks of me, what I look like, the choices I make, and what my beliefs are. Quiet is not in my vocabulary. Staying silent on issues that negatively permeate society will never be my thing. No matter how uncomfortable it makes you. I go where I want. I do what I want. I wear what I want. I eat what I want. Society wants fat women to stay hidden, silent, in the background. To feel ashamed for existing. To feel bad for having desires and acting out on them. How dare I take up so much space and have the audacity to be loud and funny and smart. To posses the capacity to excel in many areas professionally, academically, and personally.

Well to the nay-sayers: Fuck you. Disrespectfully.

This blog was designed primarily to challenge myself to do what I always say I am going to do: to write. My main passion in life at this junction is to support and encourage the younger generation. To provide a light in the dark, to prevent the stress of navigating a world not designed for fat folks by providing some advice. Hopefully I can accomplish this while telling my tales. My life has been comprised of some of the most outlandish, audacious, heartbreaking, painful situations. Perhaps my story can help those struggling to find their power and recognize the greatness within.