Fat Bottomed Girls

A Fat Positive site, focusing on women who are fat and not ashamed of it.

Sunday, August 29, 2004

The new craze in cosmetic surgery is not bigger breasts, calf implants or a straighter nose, but cosmetic foot surgeries.The new craze in cosmetic surgery is not bigger breasts, calf implants or a straighter nose, but cosmetic foot surgeries.

Are we insane? Have the women in the USA gone insane? Those are your feet people. Feet. You need those to get around with.

The sad part is this really isn't all that new. When I worked in a nursing home, there were multiple women whose feet were deformed. Everything from a second and third top that rode over the big toe to toes that were formed in the shape of a damn pointy shoe. There were women who could no longer walk due to wearing shoes that didn't feet their feet properly for 60 +years.

Women who were resigned to sitting in a wheelchair solely because of the destruction of their feet from fashion. How sad is that? Its just as sad as this. Why do you cut up a functional part of your body? Just so you can wear shoes that are in style?

You know what? Fuck that noise. If you really want to risk being crippled for fashion, why don't you trade some of your body parts to those of us who would do almost anything to be able to walk around in our comfortable, yet unfashionable shoes.

I'm just beyond disgusted at this. Feet, for the love of God, cosmetic surgery on feet. And, we wonder why we still can't get the ERA passed in the USA? As long as women are doing things that are this damned stupid, of course men are going to look at as like we're dumb.

Wake up, y'all, before it is too damn late.


Wednesday, August 25, 2004

I'm having a bad fat woman day. We all have them.

Mine is brought on by the various pictures of me surfacing here and there from JournalCon (or snobbywhorecon according to some people.) I was in my chair this weekend for the vast majority of the time as I was in bad shape.

Let me digress for a minute as I'm not sure all of my readers over here know about this. I'm disabled. I use either a cane or a wheelchair to get around. On good days, it is the cane. On bad days, it is my manual wheelchair (if anyone has a line on a cheap electric scooter/chair, let me know). Well, I knew that I wouldn't be in good shape from the drive.

And, I wasn't. When we got to the hotel, it was chair time. And, most of the weekend was as my hip/leg were killing me. I have degenerative disc disease with corresponding nerve damage and also a malformed hip. It has nothing to do with being fat as DDD can affect anyone of any weight and in many cases is a hereditary disease.

Well, I hate having pictures taken of me while I'm in it. I look funny, my clothes don't lay properly and I just don't like it. Plus, for most of the weekend it was hot and/or humid which means I had my hair pulled up.

I do not like pictures of my face with my hair up. So, seeing all these pictures got me down. I was on a panel which means there are a lot of pictures of me and I went to multiple things with groups of people I know from online.

My self image was taking a bad hit today until I talked to Nance on the phone. She made me realize that the things I'm looking at others aren't seeing. Like in one picture where you can see scalp. That just horrifies me as I lost a lot of hair about 2 years ago. I have regained some of it but, not all. She's right in that no one else sees it, just me.

As for the fat, I look larger than I am in a couple of pictures due to the way I'm sitting. I wore dresses and jacket/shirts over them all weekend as that's just me. Well, the jackets/shirts tend to hang over the arm of my wheelchair and make me look even larger than I am.

I didn't like that. In fact, I was pretty damn upset. Why the hell should I be? I'm fat. God Damn It, I know that. That is what FBGs is all about accepting yourself for who you are. I was just in a poor state of mind today.

Part of this evening was spent making myself look at these pictures and instead of grimacing, looking at the details. Like my eyes. I like them, a lot. They are more difficult to see behind my glasses but, really they are nice eyes. (yes, that's vain, kiss my ass.) I like my hands, they're fat but, they are interesting. They have scars that tell stories and they hold my wedding rings.

I'm over the self pity, now. I just wanted y'all to realize that even I don't always have good days, there are still days I get down on myself for being fat. Then, I have to kick my own ass and suck it up.

I'm fat but, fuck I'm also smart and cute and a good wife. I'm a wonderful aunt and kind and thoughtful. I'm more than just a number on a scale, damnit.

Sunday, August 15, 2004

Today (well, yesterday, now) was one of those days. I'm sick, I was exhausted, I was in a seriously bad mood.

Then, I received a package in the mail. Now, I hadn't ordered anything in a while, so I knew I hadn't bought it. I opened the box and out fell the soundtrack to "Hedwig and the Angry Inch." Now, I adore Hedwig. I've watched the movie probably 100+ times. I love the music but, hadn't been able to afford to buy the soundtrack.

I'm not sure of the online name the person uses, but, I wanted to thank her here. V, thank you for this gift. After the week I've had it was the greatest surprise, ever. Please, email me so I can thank you properly.


I've received a couple things from my Amazon wishlist over the years. A couple books from a woman on a forum who thought of me, a cd or two. Every time it has been just wonderful. It really makes me feel good that someone is reading my words here (or at my other site) and takes the time to do something like that.

No, that isn't the main reason I have a link to my wishlist up. Actually, I love looking at other people's wishlists. In fact, I do it whenever I see a link to one. When we've had a couple spare dollars, I have bought someone things from it as well. But, really reading someone's list shows another aspect to their personality.

On mine, you see everything from music CDs to movies to books to an eletric scooter (handicap scooter not toy.) The range within each category shows the eclecticness to my taste.

Once again, thank you, lovely person. You made my week and I have the CD playing right now as I type this.

(I'm posting this to Fatbottomedgirls.net and mutteringfool.com so I'm sure she'll see it.)

Wednesday, August 04, 2004

Giovanna Guidini won Italy's Miss Chubby contest. Miss Guidini weighs 416 pounds. When, I first heard of this I figured it was a joke, that they were making fun of fat women. I was very pleased when I read this


"The idea isn't to make fun," said Gianfranco Lazzereschi, one of the organisers
of the festival held in the Tuscan town of Forcoli. "We wanted to show that the
media image of perfection -- being stick-thin -- isn't the only way to get
recognised."

A FatBottomedGirls round of applause for Forcoli and Giovanna. I sure wish we could see things like this in the United States.