Virgie Tovar

I wanted the photos to record exactly how I looked and felt in those moments – double chin and all. I’d like to encourage you to take the leap!

I hadn't been to a club like this one — the kind full of straight men who are probably homophobic and at least a little coercive, who smell like Old Spice deodorant and have enough disposable income to keep an open tab (the kind of men I'd been taught were "a catch") — for a very, very long time. I tried to remember exactly how long. A decade? More?

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.

I am currently in Los Angeles trying to forget that the election happened.

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

Ali Abbassi’s ‘Border’ movie ultimately reminded me of what happens when we meet someone who reflects our power back to us.

Fat liberation and fat people’s full humanity and our right to a life free from discrimination — not our health status.

Jacob (boyfriend) lives walking distance to a See’s Candies. This means that half the week I live walking distance to a See’s Candies — which, if you're me, is a little like living next to Disneyland.

Earlier this month I flew into JFK for the Glamour Women of the Year Awards (WOTY, for short) and took selfies with Gabourey Sidibe!

A couple of weeks ago I got an email that contained a question I never thought I’d be asked.