Virgie Tovar

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 just spent the weekend at adult fat camp — admittedly, a very different kind of fat camp than I used to dream about all those years ago.

There is not a single path to self-love, and so you must become an engineer of that process. We have to feel lots of uncomfortable things.

The other night, I was eating capellini with asparagus and shrimp with a new friend/Babecamp Jamaica alum.

One of my yearly rituals is making a list of things I’ve learned in the past year. So, I thought I would make public the list of things I’ve learned, and rather than just focus on one year, I thought I’d share my most important lessons from all the years I have been on this sacred poo-ball called earth.

My favorite thing about this trip was that I spent my time in Vienna with fat feminists by my side every single day.... Occasionally, our bellies bumped into one another and then rebounded for just a second, like balloons. The familiar physics of fatness multiplied by two or three. I felt like we spoke in shorthand, the language of shared experience.

I can think of few things more worthy of celebrating on International Women’s Day than the slow and very public decline of a company that has capit

To me, being a spinster is a lot about prioritizing myself, my needs and my desires over the culture’s needs and desires for my life.

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

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