Virgie Tovar

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.

Though there was useful commentary, deeply personal stories, and some incisive observations, my problem with the episode is that it ultimately repeats a harmful framework:
Fat people (nearly all women) were on trial and up for observation (their privacy already considered non-existent) — not the fatphobic bias that had so clearly shaped their lives.

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

If you asked me to guess what was going through her head, I would say she was in shock that a fat lady would wear a tight skirt, belly in full sight. This feminist act of taking up space, tacitly but clearly making room for myself in a fatphobic culture, is a bold-but-crucial move if you’re my brand of fat babe.

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.

In the wake of America's "crisis of adulthood" and in the middle of a city known for Peter Pan Syndrome, I find myself feeling that I too have gotten an extension on my adolescence. It has become a time for me to heal, center myself in a way I never could in childhood, and figure out what I want for my life.

I came to realize that even though I was certainly a bona fide member, that some fat people were far more acutely marginalized than me.

One of the things I have done for myself in adulthood as part of my healing process is make a strong claim to fatness femininity.

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Like, "Yum, there is a table full of delicious food" but also, "Ugh, am I gonna hate myself after I eat this?"