Virgie Tovar

You were taught not to invest in yourself. You were taught to invest in the culture, which is bolstered by patriarchy, racism, etc..

Last week I was sitting anywhere between nineteen and thirty-seven feet from Kevin Bacon.

I just spent the weekend at adult fat camp — admittedly, a very different kind of fat camp than I used to dream about all those years ago.

October is a busy month for me. It’s one of two peak periods for lecture bookings on university campuses.

Weight gain is — in my anecdotal experience — quite common once you stop attempting to control your weight. My story is not everyone’s story.

Would you date a fat fetishist? It always feels complicated to answer this question, but I promise an honest one by the end of part two.

Hi, my name is Virgie and I’m a fat girl who loves food. During my years of restricting I thought about food more than I thought about most things.

It’s important to recognize that tiny or unsupportive seats (no matter how beautiful) send a silent but powerful message about who has the right to sit down. This message has strong ripple effects for a community that is already facing quite a bit of discrimination.

It all started with a text from my roomie, Kori: "I am manifesting lying out, and getting some sun on my cooch."

Fatphobia morphs into a conversation about looks because fatphobia targets women. The bigotry is masked through this gendered decoy.