The Cockiest Post I’ve Ever Written

If you are the type of person that does not like to read about ones cockiness, or doesn’t want to read about someone being obsessed with themselves, then do not read on.


No seriously, I warned you… don’t read.. I’m about to go bananas about how much I love myself.


Being awkward was kind of always my thing. I was abnormally tall, abnormally fat, and abnormally loud. While most people think I gave off this image of this insanely fun person, and someone who was happy all the time, I really hated myself. I should have been an actress because I’ve been playing the same role for the last 25 years. So on that note, I’m not acting anymore, I love me. I am so happy with me, I am so beautiful, I walk around with this obnoxious walk all day shaking my thang because I want everyone around me to look at me and say “damn girl, you not only look good, but you also look like you feel good girl… damn!”

I wore my super cool pants today, and I wasn’t surprised when everyone told me how great I looked. For the people who didn’t compliment me first thing when they saw me, I made sure to make it a point to them that I was wearing my new jeans today, and gave this face so they knew they had to compliment me.

Anyway, that’s all the cocky I could get, maybe in 40 pounds I’ll be twice as annoying!


Forty pounds lighter pleasantly plump girl

Nothing But Smiles

This past Friday, I did my usual A Note to Skinny Girls. Not only did I get the most feedback, and comments on a post, but I was also confronted by the bully herself. To be honest, at the beginning, I was furious, and upset and wanted to ramble more about what she and others had done to me during childhood. After thinking about this for about a minute  ten minutes, I just stopped being angry, and then the biggest smile came on my face. My blog has made it so far to the point that it is affecting people around me. My characters in my blogs all have made up names, and the fact that someone took the time to study my post and really look into it, makes me feel so great.

Now, there were a couple of things that were mentioned to me that I would just like to clarify with the blog world.

1) Bullying is a bad bad thing. Bullying happens no matter what your weight, age, height, color, income. This blog is aimed at helping fat girls, or kids in general. I am telling my personal story and doing so in a humorous way. It’s been over fifteen years since I’ve been bullied. I will not blame one person for the way I turned out, but I will sometimes go back and think about how poorly I was treated. I do not see any harm in doing that.

2) I don’t hate skinny people. In fact I love them. Skinny people are people too, and I understand that at times they could get bullied for their looks as well. Some people are born with good genes and some people aren’t. I just happened to get the fat genes, unlike most of the people around me.

3) In order to get this surgery, I needed to go through a long process of therapy as well as questioning and hard thinking if this was the right thing to do. Clearly I was ready for this, as the doctors approved of this surgery and were ready to cut me open.

4) Healthy is my goal, not skinny.

I won’t dwell on this subject any longer, as there is no point in continuing to ramble about the same garbage. I am happy now. I am the happiest I have ever been in my life. Things just seem to be looking up, and the scale just seems to be going down.

If you don’t like what I have to say, there’s that red “x” at the top of your window; go ahead and close that and go play on Facebook and stalk some people you haven’t spoken to in years.

I don’t blame anyone for the way I turned out, I can’t! I can only be proud of myself for the person I’m becoming.


35 pounds down! Look at that huge smile on my face!


The Blame Game

I think the hardest part of growing up, was being the odd child. I had a brother and a “sisterly friend” (her words, not mine) who both had the bodies of anorexic looking barbies. The two of them would be able to eat whatever they wanted, and Ronnie and Gordon gave the two of them snacks whenever they wanted.That is so unfair. When I wanted a snack, I’d get this stern NO, and maybe a carrot thrown in my face.

I don’t want to blame anyone for the reason why I am the way I am, however, the entire family; Ronnie, Gordon, Buffy and Ethel would hide food from me. They went so far as to hide whippets in Buffys safe in his bedroom. Needless to say, I broke in, and got all those whippets. I don’t even like those cookies, the marshmallows are gross. It was just for the thrill, and because they wanted to hide it from me, I wanted it more. When I was somewhere around 10 years old, my mom fought so hard to get me to not hit the hundred pound mark. (Right now I’d kill to weigh 100 pounds) I was seeing dieticians, going to Weight Watchers, doing sports which really didn’t interest me. Finally when I did hit 100 pounds, it all went downhill from there, (or shall I say uphill). I just kept eating. I’m still not sure if it was because I was bored or if it was because I wanted to play a fun activity like “unlock-the-food-safe”. I’m still figuring that one out.

Anyway, the lesson here is, don’t hide food from your kids, they’ll find it elsewhere, and gain an extra eighty pounds, and none of that weight gain would be from whippets left in the cupboard where they should be.