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I already had intellectual reason to dismiss it. The day I emotionally let it go was the day my doctor found I was an inch taller than I thought I was and I immediately went from “overweight” to “healthy.” When one unknown inch makes the difference between “you’re gonna live to be 90!” and “you’re gonna die

I don’t understand how it’s supposed to be more accurate than a height-weight chart. It’s just a a different height-weight chart.

Not judging but OH GOD cringes for everyone.

Mr. Macgyner once, while stuck at a truck stop due to a broken down bus, said he was “in a trucker mood” and asked me to send him a “saucy picture.” We were not in a great spot, and I’m not into the whole sending pics thing (which he fucking knew!) so I was inordinately annoyed, and thought, “You want a saucy picture?

I’ve had fuck auto corrected more than once to ducks. Examples-

Oh the cringyness. Background: We were in negotiations for a 3some. Me, who is a woman, with him the main lover, plus another man. I had the man picked out and the plan was to warm him up to the idea and then have the main lover over. So I typed, to my current lover: “He is adorable. I can’t wait to have you both

your opening line makes no sense and would cause floods

Anything but Captain Crunch.

Would be funny if it weren’t true

I texted my husband a picture of my boobs when he was out of town once. He texted back a long response about the “dangers of the cloud.”

I fucking love the idea of using Socratic Questioning in the style of cognitive-behavior therapy in sexting. I’m just gonna ask you questions until you reach the conclusion I’d like you to reach; it’s much more salient if you’re able to get there on your own.

You bet your sweet bippy there is. Also, I’m glad you’re not a troll.

Don’t want to respond to the troll, but leaving this here:

“My doctor had TURNED ME IN for the crime of being a Fat Person With Insurance and I had to endure weekly calls with the nurse outlining my activity and eating habits until I joined a gym and provided documented weight loss.”

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

I love when they post the “PROMOTING OBESITY” comments under pictures of non-obese women. I saw that under a “plus size model” who looked like me, so I was fairly confident that she wasn’t even overweight on the BMI scale (these guys love the BMI scale), much less obese. Silly me tried to explain this but no,

I was in Hawaii a few years back. I was a size 6 at the time. Feeling all sad I wasn’t a four. Hiding under a beach mumu.I was people watching and I really started to pay attention to the bodies around me.literally NO ONE looked “perfect”. Even the tall thin ones had butt dimples or stretch marks. People of all shapes

God, people who post about how obesity is unhealthy when they see happy fat women are THE WORST. They aren’t posting out of concern for anyone’s health. At. All. Because they would NEVER post something like that near a picture of a fat man enjoying anything. They post because women are valued first and foremost by

It isn’t. And it won’t. We’ve been accepting schlubby men in sitcoms and in some instances even holding them up as sex symbols for years. The wife is always hot. She’s expected to be hot.