I recently discovered that I really like to dance. Like, a lot.
I’ve been dancing on my own forever. Whenever I hear the right song or a good beat, I can’t help myself. However, I don’t go out and dance very often. I’ve been afraid of being laughed at and judged.
You may not have noticed, but I’m a fat girl. Have been for years.
I’ve got quite a bit of extra jiggle when I move my body. Most people can’t handle seeing it. It’s taken years for me to handle feeling it.
People can be quite rude to fat girls. We can do anything without ridicule.
Want to be a fashionista? Not without a healthy budget and very hard to find options that are fashionable.
Okay then. I’ll try to work out? Nope. You’ll get made the butt of jokes around the gym. You won’t want to step foot in the place again.
I want a fun and varied choice of sexual partners. Sorry. Sexism, slut shaming, and fatophobia are all working against you here.
It’s ridiculous.
Can a big girl just grind on some folks in the club without getting nasty side-eye from literally everyone?
Damn. Can I live?
