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I’m 22, hairy, queer, and chubby as fuck (and I don’t clean my room). At 6’ tall, 260lbs,extremely busty, and hairier than some men I know, I’ve always felt like I looked a bit like I belonged in a freakshow. But a few weeks ago upon waking up, I caught sight of myself in my full length mirror and finally realized how beautifully my hips spread when I sit, and how plump and wonderful my belly looks! My body really is a thing of beauty-stretch marks, fur, and all.
I can’t thank all you lovely ladies enough for inspiring me everyday to embrace every last inch of myself <3[not pictured: my glorious lady-mustache]
featherface.tumlr.com
I’ve always gotten shit, specially from skinny people, when i call myself fat. while the word “fat” may be taboo for a lot of people, specially the horizontally challenged, it is a word i have not only grown to accept, but love. You see, I am a fat girl. I have flabby arms, a flabby belly, and thighs that giggle when i run. I spent most of my life either trying to cover it up, or wishing i had a rich relative that felt sorry enough to pay for corrective surgery. It’s only been in the past year or so that I’ve grown comfortable enough to say FUCK YOU! These are my flabby fat arms… And no matter how much I try to cover it up, or how much i hide under a fckn ‘fat girl cover up’, the shape of my arms will not change. If that makes you uncomfortable, don’t look at me. But this is my body. And it’s about time I start loving more that I care about what you think.
p.s. lady in this picture totally deserves a follow =)](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnj8luIShQ1qh3d86o1_400.jpg)
I’m 22, hairy, queer, and chubby as fuck (and I don’t clean my room). At 6’ tall, 260lbs,extremely busty, and hairier than some men I know, I’ve always felt like I looked a bit like I belonged in a freakshow. But a few weeks ago upon waking up, I caught sight of myself in my full length mirror and finally realized how beautifully my hips spread when I sit, and how plump and wonderful my belly looks! My body really is a thing of beauty-stretch marks, fur, and all.
I can’t thank all you lovely ladies enough for inspiring me everyday to embrace every last inch of myself <3
[not pictured: my glorious lady-mustache]featherface.tumlr.com
I’ve always gotten shit, specially from skinny people, when i call myself fat. while the word “fat” may be taboo for a lot of people, specially the horizontally challenged, it is a word i have not only grown to accept, but love. You see, I am a fat girl. I have flabby arms, a flabby belly, and thighs that giggle when i run. I spent most of my life either trying to cover it up, or wishing i had a rich relative that felt sorry enough to pay for corrective surgery. It’s only been in the past year or so that I’ve grown comfortable enough to say FUCK YOU! These are my flabby fat arms… And no matter how much I try to cover it up, or how much i hide under a fckn ‘fat girl cover up’, the shape of my arms will not change. If that makes you uncomfortable, don’t look at me. But this is my body. And it’s about time I start loving more that I care about what you think.
p.s. lady in this picture totally deserves a follow =)
(via heyfatchick)
