Okay right?! I am the exact same height and weight as you and while I am epically body shaming myself lately (wedding) I CANNOT call myself fat. Because I am not. I am self conscious. But I am not fat.
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As this author thinks of herself as “fat” when she is clearly not (those measurements read to me more like curvy — not skinny but certainly not fat by normal standards, maybe just 5 pounds or so above ideal BMI, for what that’s worth), then I wonder if some of the “fat” folks she fucks aren’t actually fat in the true…
I know! If I’m going to have a, erm, accident, like if I know a big...spurt... is coming, I feel it stirrin’ in my loins a good 10 minutes before go time. Maybe I’m lucky.
none of these are unsavory nicknames—lucky you!
In first grade, I don’t remember what happened but my first grade teacher, Mrs. McCarley, threatened to paddle every single one of us until whoever did The Thing confessed to doing it. (This was the 80s, so paddling was still a thing.) I did NOT do the thing, and I sure as hell wasn’t getting paddled for it, so I went…
First day of high school, I knew no one there, and a clique of cool kids start picking on me. I just take it until we go to the locker room in the basement at the end of the day. Head bossy girl decides she is going to push me. I proceed to slam her into a locker, put her in a headlock and tell her if she ever touched…