breakfast ingredients “You want a grackle for breakfast?” I asked Ming. A grackle was vocalizing in the courtyard. “Yeah!” he said. “Oh, honey. You don’t eat birds. The only animals you eat are sea creatures.” “Well, that’s good because they both start with a c.” “Uh–grackle doesn’t start with a c. It starts with a… Read More »
Self-hate as motivation has never worked, for me. For anything, that I can recall. I made a video of myself dancing, which I’d never done before. It was partially in response to a youtube troll saying something mean to me about my body. When I read his mean comment, I thought of some snappy comebacks… Read More »
This post fat liberation 101 started out as an email to a friend, offering feedback on something he’d written about healthy eating. I thought it might be good to share here, in case anyone wants to know these basics. I don’t talk much about the injustices fat people face, but those are everywhere. Instead I… Read More »
I used to hate my tummy, back when I thought being fat was bad. I believed I had a responsibility to try to thin myself, and I carried a ton of shame. Now that I know weight doesn’t determine health, and health doesn’t determine value, I love my tummy. What a good tummy I have! … Read More »
“If I ever feel like life isn’t worth living, please feed me some of this bread,” I told Ming. It was cheese garlic naan from Gandhi’s in Tucson. Wow, amazing. Better bread than I could have dreamed. Ming was turning left, driving us back to our airbnb. “I guess it’s the bread of life. Maybe… Read More »
Hey, the song of the day is Burn It Down. Hope you like it. Ming wanted to hear it, and he danced so cutely, this morning. He asked for the song about Rodney Coronado, and I didn’t know what he was talking about. But when I searched for Burn It Down, I was like–oh! Yeah,… Read More »
Crazy fat liberation is important to me. I want to live in a world where I’m respected unconditionally. My body is a very smart lady. But it shouldn’t need to be smart or pretty or healthy or anything in particular, to be respected. You could understand me or not understand me–doesn’t matter. You could totally… Read More »
Hey, did you know I’m fat and against fascism? Probably you noticed. My trike wheel is in the shop, supposed to be done Friday. We went for a walk out of desperation. “Walking seems so slow and the incorrect ratio of work to travel,” I told Ming. “I wish I could trike everywhere!” But the… Read More »