For those of you that haven't ever met me in person, lemme tell you something...
I'm fat.
Not like 10 lbs overweight, fretting over leftover baby weight. My baby is 114 months old (holy crap, that took way too long to compute in my head). And I gave up that ghost a long time ago. I'm fat. Like, FAT. Like, I wear a size... *gasp 18/20. And in t-shirts? a XXL. *faints
And guess what? I admit it. And I own it. I regularly reference the size of my ass. Which IS huge, by the way. Every time I make a reference to my monstrous posterior, someone always says, Oh baby, I like big butts. Well guess what, Sir Mix a Lot? We're not talking about 36-24-36, only if she's 5'3". We're talking about holy shit, I'm not getting out a tape measure, but trust me it's big.
My point? Lately, I've been noticing a trend on Twitter. Bash the fatty. They eat too many cookies. Cupcakes. Sushi. WINE. (wait, this sounds familiar...) They have no self-control. Well take a good look in the mirror, asshole. Because behind the fat, I'm someone's fantasy. Obviously not everyone's, but someone's. Yeah, as scary as that sounds, it's true. So when I unfollow you, don't think I'm just being sensitive. I'm not. I don't unfollow because you've hurt my feelings. You may say whatever you want on your Twitter. I unfollow because you have a lesser opinion of someone like me. If you don't like my fat ass, I won't miss ya.
It's become so easy to become an avatar. To be honest, I've thought about putting up a generic picture, to be more anonymous. But in the end, my Twitter IS about me. So, it IS me. Now don't get me wrong. I'm not about to put a picture up of myself that I don't like. Why? Because I don't want to look at it, and I'm a vain motherfucker. Because at the end of the day, I have to be happy with what I put out there. And that is ME. Take it or leave it. Because at the end of the day, this is all voluntary. We signed up for this. It is what you make of it. And my experience is mine.
And so, full circle baby, back to me. I'm a fat girl. And those that know me, well... I think they kinda dig me. And it usually doesn't have a damn thing to do with the size of my ass. And you know what? I may or may not always be a fat girl. But I'll always be me.*
*could I have said "me" one more time in this post?
