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When I was in high school, some local, road-side hotel decided to convert their restaurant to a Chinese buffet. They called the high school to see if there were any “Chinese girls who would like a job.” Damn it. I was the only Chinese girl in the school, and actually, yeah, I wanted another job because college was

In before all of the pro-forkite and anti-forkite arguments.

Thanks for this great article! I applaud you. As someone who feels strongly about body positivity, its something I still struggle with, especially because I am the only one in my whole family who is fat, except for my now deceased grandfather, who I look just like. My mother still refuses to believe that its genetics,

Years ago I was seeing this doc who thought I was obese when I was only about 10 lbs overweight and he wasn’t fat but he was not skinny. So he asks about my exercise routine and I tell him that I do strength and cardio on Monday, Wednesday and Friday and kickboxing on Tuesday and Thursday and walk on the treadmill on

You don’t get it, and that’s OK. You don’t get that no one here is saying, “All right, ladies! Let’s break out the pudding and lard scoops and START CHOWING DOWN!” You don’t get that anyone in a position of being overweight, whether it’s 20 pounds over or 200, is being told overtly and covertly, on a daily basis, how g

You will not live forever, you will just FEEL as if you are living forever because not eating bread and cookies and cake and pasta etc sucks.

When I was a bit smaller (I was probably a size 16, on that awkward line of too-big-for-straight-sizes-not-much-in-plus-sizes) I mentioned being fat to a thin woman once, and she was like “omg NO you’re not fat!” and I was like “uh huh, I am literally obese by the BMI, would you like to know my weight?” and she looked

I talk back to trolls, not for their benefit, ‘cause I’m pretty sure I couldn’t open their mind even using a crowbar, but for the people reading the comments, so they know there is at least one person who disagrees or thinks the comment was rude or just unnecessary or pointless. The trick is not to be drawn into their

“Well, no one better have touched my kale.”

We have a co-worker who does this. She is overweight and always makes comments on what and how much the thin/petite people in office are eating.

I wrote an essay for Thought Catalog once (I knoooow I know) about my experiences with my weight and concluded in it that all I really needed to do was stop hating my body. The comments were disgusting. Just "nope sorry you're wrong. loving your body isn't enough. you have to change it." I referenced a conversation

On Monday, I was having an especially hard morning (my boss/close friend got an awesome new job in another state and announced that she’s leaving in a month). So my husband drove me to get an iced tea while I cried in the car. As we are pulling away from the coffee hut, he sez “I’m not trying to start a fight or

She sighed to me once: “I only eat these for the healthy fats. I don’t get enough fat otherwise.”

OMFG go away.

I have the exact same issue. I don’t like sweets at all. I could sit in front of a cake all day and not be tempted. Put some cheese in front of me and it’s a different story. My office always has so many parties and such with sweets and people always comment on my choice not to have any. I am slim and people are

She gets most of her nutrition-science knowledge from links on Facebook, so I doubt she understands caloric needs.

I mean, one of the snacks that she likes is almonds. She literally will stand in the kitchen every afternoon and count out 12 unsalted almonds into a cup. That’s no way to live.

1.) Get a roll of raw cookie dough. Let it sit out to soften it up a bit.
2.) Go stand in her doorway / cubicle. Open your mouth wide and squeeze that raw cookie dough magic straight into your mouth-hole.
3.) Stare at her, unblinking, as you eat the dough, letting a little bit ooze out of the corners of your mouth.
4.)

I have worked so hard on accepting my very fat self and it's struggle — but more so, I think, battling the people around me. I love clothes and make-up and jewelry and I LOVE that I've finally given myself the freedom to revel in liking those things and thinking I can be pretty since I've been told my whole life I'd

Surely the world will EXPLOOOOOODE.