Fatty, Fatty 2 x 4 ... (#Rant)

As you've without a doubt already noticed, big girls are on their shit. We're in the pool just as naked as everyone else (#AintNoOversizedTshirts!), we're disregarding those "how I should dress being overweight" guides and are decked out in all body con(scious) everything. We are living, and as expected, with LIFE comes DEATH. Fat-shaming is at an all time high. People are making it their daily purpose to kill us with their words of "advice" and "aid". It was never like this when we were sitting in the corner admiring everyone else's greatness, but NOW!

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How dare you overcome years of depression and finally start to accept what has been deemed flaws all of your life!? How dare you proudly dress your big body in the finest threads and proceed to show off to the world?! How dare you inspire other fatties to embrace characteristics that they've been taught are unsightly and ugly?! How dare you realize that you have the power to change and improve yourself, BUT, in this current state, you're good enough?! How dare you begin to love yourself?! How bold of you ... you fat, gorgeous, goddess.

This week alone, I was told I looked a "ballerina at the end of her life" and "like a huge whale, but the whale actually looks better". If you're going to insult Charisma, please be sure it's not hilariously corny as all hell is all I ask. I cried indeed ... cried laughing. Just recently, I was used as the subject of a meme like the one above. Weird, i'm the self-proclaimed regal FATTY and someone still felt obligated/ intimidated enough to let me know that i'm FAT not thick. Um, clearly. Hence my blog's name & entire vision. Clearly.

I was merely upset that of all the glamorous pictures I've posted of myself during this two-year blogging journey ... they used a picture of me sweating & undressed. Vain of me huh? Oh well. If you're going to promote Charisma (even negatively), use a good picture is my only request (& tag me, #SoIKnowItsReal).

They've been concealed, ever-present, and nearly dehydrated in our inboxes all the long. Drake makes a song uttering one measly line about how he (shamelessly) can appreciate a woman that is meaty and beautiful ... all the highly influenced males fell right out the inbox and and proceeded to announce to the world that they love a big woman, too. Only (#PunIntended) now. 

During this time, I started to realize that while lots of people despise all fatties, some only admire what they believe to be ideal. Round breasts, a juicy butt, & big ol' thighs with a nonexistent stomach. I'm sliding through to blatantly inform that if that's your narrow idea of plus beauty, and all you'll accept in a full-figured woman, then you in fact DO NOT like your women BBW. At least not me. I come with chubby knees, dancing arms, and a substantial stomach pouch, too. This is real life. 

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I'm a little irritated. 

Never enough to make me feel sad, pathetic, or useless ... you know, like I felt BEFORE self-acceptance. More like, when a mosquito is buzzing in your ear all day and you look up to react, but he's gone. You know, very minor. A stranger will have something to say about me everyday. Whether negative or positive, I don't let if affect my to great extents.  They already had their chance to define me and FAILED way back when. I know myself thoroughly. I know my amazing strengths, my many weaknesses, my personal accomplishments, and pending goals. So when someone else tells me about myself (whether it be that i'm beautiful, or that i'm near death obese) ... it doesn't rock my world because i'm capable of picking out what's legit and factual. 

On that note, you're not "just helping" when you tell an otherwise (less confident) girl that she needs to lose weight/ she's too fat/ her arteries looked clogged/ she looks disgusting. She may already believe that about herself. How are you helping?

If more people tried to "help" or "advise" depressed people on the verge of suicide as strenuously as they try to "help" fat people who never asked for any guidance, then we'd be getting somewhere.