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“I just love your squishy belly!” Then, as only children can do, he gave it a nickname: belly jelly.

Learning To Love My Belly Jelly​

“I just love your squishy belly!” Then, as only children can do, he gave it a nickname: belly jelly. So I'm learning to love my belly jelly.

Photo by Annie Gray on Unsplash

No, You Shouldn't Ditch Your Fat Friends ​

Slimming World (UK version of Weight Watchers) is telling those who have reached their “target weight” to ditch their fat friends.

There I was, naked from the waist down, to wax my butt, clutching my knees and trying to act like this was not the most vulnerable position possible.

Why Did I Wait Until Middle-Age To Wax My Butt?

There I was, naked from the waist down, to wax my butt, clutching my knees and trying to act like this was not the most vulnerable position Read...

image credit: Virgie Tovar via Instagram

Take The Cake: I Accidentally Went On A Date With A “Clean Eater”

To him, perhaps, my fat feminine body was acceptable to sexualize. I can’t say I learned a foolproof way of avoiding going on a date with a clean Read...

There are so many little things I never thought about before I lost the ability to do them.

What I Took For Granted When I Was Able-Bodied​

There are so many little things I never thought about before I lost the ability to do them. Pain is fluid. It seeps into every crack and corner. Read...

Fat camp would be a piece of cake — that I wouldn’t be allowed to eat.

I'm A Fat Camp Survivor ​

I’m a survivor — of fat camp. How terrible could a weight-loss camp be? Well, it was bad enough that I’m still dealing with its after-effects Read...

Photo: Abeer Al-Kubaisi, courtesy of MIGA.

Swimsuits Inspired By Scars Are Changing How We Talk About Disfigurement

Mendiola chose to design swimwear as a way to change the narrative surrounding societal beauty standards and physical differences.

I smile a lot. Not because it’s my favorite, though I certainly don’t mind, but because my face just does that.

"Resting Niceface" Made My Invisible Illness Go Undiagnosed For 25 Years​

I smile a lot. Not because it’s my favorite, though I certainly don’t mind, but because my face just does that. And my smile made my illness go Read...