take the cake

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

The first time I heard about the #DropThePlus campaign I was of two minds.

The other day I was having coffee and ice cream with my friend. We were talking about who we follow online.

Two weeks ago, I was in West Lafayette, Indiana. I flew into Chicago at around midnight, and I was picked up by new friend and hostess, Mel.

I know that not everyone has the same appetite for The Vent, but when it comes to doing work around diet culture and fatphobia, venting is a powerful tool. For people who are in the process of healing from diet culture, we are often wading through an enormous ocean of misinformation, gas lighting and dirty ol’ lies. Without access to venting, our emotions and thoughts occur in sort of a vacuum where we can easily talk ourselves out of what may well be very astute analysis.

As much as I love the idea of family, I actually like not being married, and I actually like not being a mother right now.

For the past two weeks, I’ve met up with my friend Caya in the Mission for acupuncture and pupusas/pizza/both. #HighlyRecommend 

One of the things that has become exceedingly obvious to me is how our current cultural attitudes toward fat people are steeped in bigotry.