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 »
I always was intrigued by tarot cards and bought a deck for myself when I was young. It was The Mythic Tarot. I like mythology, so I thought this would be a good deck for me. I put it in a carved wooden box an ex gave to me. It came with a book about… Read More »
I’m feeling grateful today that this owie on my finger is healing. I was chopping something a few days ago and dropped the knife on my finger. The wound was very small and minor but in a bad place on the pointer finger of my left hand–I kept bumping it and hurting it. I can… Read More »
I was lying in bed with Ming–he was sleeping. Suddenly, it hit me–a fat fantasy. Wow! I was so excited I almost woke Ming up. clinic for fat people What if there was a clinic for fat people. The clinic would specialize in the health of fat people, and be extra good at issues that… 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 »