Sometimes I feel weird about not being legit fat anymore. I identified pretty strongly as a deathfat for almost five years. Fat femme. 250. Size 20ish. Shorthand.
I’ve lost almost one hundred pounds in the last year and a half. I wasn’t trying to lose weight. My life changed a lot. I became poor again and was walking a lot more and although I was handling stress fairly well, don’t think for a second that I wasn’t stressed. I seem to have unintentionally fooled some people into thinking my move to Seattle was a breeze. There was trauma and struggle and even Pollyanna gets the blues.
I have a lot of feels about not being one of the fat girls anymore. There was a lot of community in it and I feel like an undercover fat girl a lot of the time. I’m still sometimes the largest girl in the room and that’s oddly comforting when it happens.
Oh man. Amazing first date. Feeling rullllll tired and pumped and stoked and stuff.