Virgie Tovar

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

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 hard to be fat in this culture (period), but it feels alchemical to me to watch these stars rise to the top — highly visible, on screens all over the world, navigating the entertainment industry and also regular everyday boring ol’ fatphobia as well.

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.

Dieting isn’t just a practice; it’s a way of life. What do we do when we don’t have any more calories to count and we have to deal with the wide-open space left in their wake?

This year has been a real paradigm shift year for my arm fat, and I’d like to offer you 4 reasons to join me in public wobbly ecstasy: free your arm fat!

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.

I spent most of last week in a southern California heat wave.

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

Read Part 1 here.