Fat: The Anti-Struggle: Part II

Why I’m okay with being FAT: 3 years on. 3 years ago, I penned a post, my first ever blog post, titled “Fat: The anti-struggle”. I wrote it on a whim, and had no idea it would change the path I wanted to take with my life. I’ve always believed that the things that happen…

Chips n’ Gravy

I remember the first time I ever felt confused about being called fat. I’d like to say that I was around 16, and I remember it being the height of summer. I remember being at the beach with friends, and I was wearing a denim pinafore dress from Urban Outfitters, with a pink acid wash…

Bread and Butter

I sat outside Sainsburys in my car, tucking into a sandwich. The contents of which, do not matter, but the fact that I’m eating one, does. I looked around me, at the people walking past. All going about their daily lives, no one giving a flying shit about me. And I kind of spiralled out…