An Estonian weight loss clinic used two pretty blond women — one large and one skinny — to advertise its techniques by having them walk around wearing T-shirts that read “Before” and “After.” Clever gimmick, I’ll admit. But it’s degrading for the bigger girl to walk around all day being fat-shamed as the “before” chick. No amount of money she was paid is worth being exploited for that nastiness. [The Daily Wh.at] Keep reading »
I knew that I had gained some weight in the past few years. While I wasn’t 100 percent happy with my extra pudge, I didn’t feel motivated enough to lose it. Ten pounds wasn’t really that much. My boyfriend accepted me no matter what, and even my mother couldn’t tell I wasn’t as skinny as I once was. Besides, maybe I could find security somewhere besides my appearance, and as long as I was healthy, who cared about my chunky arms, the extra roll on my belly, and my bulbous hips and thighs?
Then I went for a check-up. “I need to talk to you,” my doctor said, “about your cholesterol.”
My breath caught. A shadow seemed to fall over us. Keep reading »
Summer’s tough, guys. There are so many weddings and birthday parties and barbecues filled with cake and buffets and beer and chicken wings. We’ve already told you — we’re ladies who eat. Depriving ourselves of our favorites (ice cream and, again, CHICKEN WINGS!) wasn’t going to cut it, so we’re learning to balance our sometimes-not-ideal diets with exercise and smart choices, but to be totally honest, it’s hard, especially when life gets in the way. Read more … Keep reading »
In my early 20s, I wore size 24 jeans and my enormous boobs demanded an H-cup bra, a letter no woman should have to associate with lingerie sizing. I couldn’t fit into restaurant booths or through the subway turnstile. I even once held up an entire roller coaster ride at Six Flags so I could get back onto the platform when the seat belt wouldn’t buckle around me — a character-building experience to say the least. I’d dropped out of college, didn’t have any job prospects and I was in a serious romantic relationship with a man who was actually gay (and a little nuts). It was a dark, lonely time in my life mired in lots of bong-hitting and double-cheeseburgering.
After surprising myself by punching said gay boyfriend in the mouth one night during a screaming match (to which he responded by pulling my hair for 20 minutes – so gay!), I met my own ugly rock bottom. What came next was a brief stint as a homeless, fat girl living out of her Honda. There was, as they say, nowhere else to go but up. Keep reading »
I feel like I’m always reading some new study about the best kind of alcohol to drink to help maintain your figure or even lose a few pounds. Last I remember, I was celebrating the study that found that red wine keeps you slim. But apparently that is no longer the case. Keep reading »
Beauty queens are not known for being an especially diverse group in the size department. Whether their skin is alabaster white or coffee brown, usually they’ve got legs up to here and weigh 120 lbs. soaking wet.
But for the past 21 years, Italy has crowned a different sort of beauty queen: Miss Chubby. Yes, the country that invented Sophia Loren (and spaghetti bolognese and cannoli) acknowledges that beauty comes in all shapes and sizes. Keep reading »