Go Be Fat Somewhere Else.

I am a little, round, chubby ball of fun.

And I'm not just saying that.  I really am.  

I can entertain myself for hours with anything that I have available, and even in the worst and most boring of situations, I can have a good time.  It's just the way I am.



This is one of the reasons that mom got so exasperated with me when I was a child, because I didn't really respond to punishments such as being sent to my room or having something taken away from me.  I just adapted.

I'm also really easy to be friends with.  

I don't necessarily prefer to be in a huge crowd of people that I don't know, but if I find myself there, I am comfortable enough to meet everyone and I'll probably come out of it with a new best friend to add to the roster.

When I was in high school, I was friends with everyone.  Everyone knew who I was, and no one had a grudge.  (Well, there were a COUPLE of girls that didn't like me, but they were sluts anyway and they were just jealous that I was nicer than they were.  So they don't count.  I never did anything to them.)  I might have been made fun of ONCE for being fat.

Oops, I said it.

FAT.

I'm fat.  Chubby.  Heavy.  Chunky.  Rotund.  Morbidly obese.  

Or, if this makes you more comfortable, I'm just overweight.  

Does this make me any less witty, any less proud of my life and the things I HAVE accomplished?  Does it make it any harder to find a date on Saturday night?  

Okay, well, yeah it does kinda make it harder.  But you know what?  I don't want to date them anyway.  If a guy can be so shallow as to only bother to try to get to know me because of my pants size, he doesn't belong in my world.  At least you can SEE my disability...

Here is the problem with men, and women who know what good food tastes like.  These men are under the impression that a fat woman can never do better than mediocre at best, so they treat us as if we should worship the ground that they walk on.  They honestly believe that they are doing us a favor by being nice to us.  

"Yes, Kate.  I'll be your friend.  You can tell me all your secrets and I'll tell you all mine, and we can go out to movies and have a good time and I'll give you advice when you need it, but umm…we can never date.  Ever.  Because you're too fat.  I don't like that in my women."

Mister, I got a giant FUCK YOU right here in my pocket that I made special just for you. 

I knew someone once that said that fat people should just stick with fat people.

Just put us all on a little island somewhere so that you don't have to look at us and you don't have to worry about any of us hitting on you.  Cause that's just gross, right?  I mean, we might as well have been born with a conjoined twin hanging from our necks, we are so awful to have to be in the same room with.

But let me ask you this…

Were any of your skinny, gorgeous friends there to hold your hair back when your head was in the toilet that night?  I didn't see any…

So if you're here because you saw my default picture and you thought, Wow, she's got a pretty face and she's really funny, I'll subscribe to her blogs, but you didn't have any idea that I was fat and you have a problem with that, you can click here and everything will be just peachy for me.

I don't act like I'm skinny.  I don't wear clothes that I shouldn't be wearing, but I don't wear clothes the size of a small TENT, either.  I know how to cook, and I know what tastes good.  I know what I like in bed and I know how to make a man happy. .

And you know what else?  I'm happy without you.

Your looks might get you in the door, but it's your character that will keep you there.  --Kate
(That's an original.  Write that down.)