Disclaimers: the following post contains multiple, continuous and flagrantly shameless use of the words: fuck, bitch, and FAT If any of these words offend you or if you’re one of my former English teachers please navigate away from this page now
Dear Ungrateful Fat Bitches,
nobody put’s baby in a corner
I expected hate from the “mainstream” but from you. You’re breaking my god damn heart. I knew when I started doing burlesque that I would have an uphill battle to fight but I can’t believe you are trying to drag my ass down too. Oh you are flag waving for equality, bitching about how people treat you differently, crying about all that bullshit you went though in grade school but when it comes down to it sometimes you are just as much part of the problem.
Lets start with the thing that pisses me off the most. More than the fuck-me-never frumpy grey clothes you wear, the constant newest fad diets you go on, or the enabling support groups where you get together and cry. Lets start with this: The whole. utter and complete dismissal of yourself as a sexually potent human being…
I keep getting these response from other big women:
#1 We are about celebrating our curves not sexualizing them
#2What you are doing is perpetuating a harmful fetishism
#3 We deserve to be loved not put on embarrassing display
Ummmm… you lost me sweetness what better celebration of your curves, then covering it with glitter and dancing the night away.
The idea that my particular thunda thighs are floating her boat or rockin his cock doesn’t break my flow sugah. It’s not like I have to stand there and watch them do it to it. I’ll pose for a picture for private use…and if they want panties that costs extra (you freaks know how to reach me 😉 ) . Besides like someone pointed out to me the other day skinny women don’t get pissed off that people find them attractive just because they are skinny. Or do ya’ll?
I really wished you believed that… because if you did then you would not fall for prey to being what Kathryn calls the “grateful fat chick”. I am not a grateful fat chick but I used to be. I was that fat girl that would be oh so happpy that someone was checking her out, asking her out, or calling her pretty. I was that fat girl that was content to let him touch her in private even if he didn’t hold her hand in public. I was that fat girl that was starving for his compliments and hungrily eating all the bullshit he spit out. I am no longer a grateful fat chick… now I’m a phat bitch
I’m out there shaking my wide ass and jiggling my tits not just to appease my behemoth sized ego but to liberate you, reeducate the masses and fuck with the heads of fat-o-phobs. I’m fighting to be free in mind and expression. Yeah I’m taking my clothes off but if you look past that you’ll see that I have the ovaries and intestinal fortitude to live my dream at my present size in my present body unapologetically and that is something that extends beyond the stage.
That’s the real reason you fat bitches hate on me. I am shoving in your face what you want to run from most,what you cover up with girdles and cinch in with control top panties. Because you have not let go of your shame, and self loathing. Because someone beat you down so hard you are trying to beat me down too.
But I don’t want to beat you down,
I don’t want to embarrass you.
I want you to really see, to really accept how fabulous you are, how deserving you are how damn pretty you are.
And don’t give me that it’s so easy for you bullshit either. I went though it too, from sneak eating to starving, from depression so deep that I could not step outside… I’d binge and purge on self hate with side orders of hot steamy shame. I may not always be fat.. you may one day be skinny but we are ALWAYS human beings. And as human beings we have basics needs that are physical, spiritual, emotional, mental, sexual.
Because I believe fat bitches need love too
Because I believe that this phat bitch needs love too I refuse to let your fear, past rejections and negative reflections suppress my sexuality, my sensuality, my personality .
Nobody puts baby in the corner!!
Besides there is too much of me to even fuck around at pretending at being invisible.
All 5’6 279 pounds of me demands to be respected to be loved, to be touched, to be sexualized and fetish-ized and glamorized and seen for the powerful beautiful woman that I am.
so do me a favor
cut a bitch a break
and stop weighing me down with all your misplaced hate.
oh and Dr Phil… BITE ME!!