Hello, Becca here. If you're curious about anything, just ask.
I tag my thoughts as and beccablabs (because I absolutely adore awesome alliteration) so if you don't want to see those things, do your thing. (I don't know if this matters to most of you, but I'm a ciswoman, and I'm INTJ on the Meyers-Brigg's personality spectrum).
Story of my life.
A former friend once asked me why I had so many “fat friends” and I had to explain, and I fear I wasn’t gentle, that walking, talking, eating, studying, enjoying life with another fat person let me self-express so much easier because you don’t get into the cycle of “But you’re not fat, you’re beautiful!” with a fat friend that you almost can’t get with a non-fat friend.
With a fat friend you can ridicule the people who try to throw shade at you for eating fries—I mean, why go through life not eating fries? Why go through life not eating salad with cheese and croutons and a creamy dressing?
With a fat friend you aren’t told by someone of a very different (usually smaller) size that they hate their bodies because they’re fat—fishing for the inevitable ‘you’re not fat, I’m fat’//’you’re not fat you’re curvy! I’m the fat one!’ circlejerk.
Fat friends don’t and won’t say shit like that. I have plenty of variously fat/not fat friends, but I refuse to jettison ‘fat’ friends to make thinner friends feel more comfortable hanging out with me. I won’t do that to them, and I won’t do that to myself.
Steve Rogers isn’t a hero because he’s Captain America
Captain America is a hero because he’s Steve Rogers