2005
An Ode To Fat Lesbians
I’m a lesbian. I’m also fat. Being fat has nothing to do with me being a lesbian. I was a lesbian far before I ever knew what the effects of being fat would be. The summer after high school my girlfriend of four years and I broke up. After that I took comfort in someday becoming a part of the lesbian community. I had thoughts like…
They will see me for who I am.
Women aren’t as judgmental as men. (Surly I would never come a crossed a lesbian with a “No Fat Chicks” bumper sticker)
If I knew then what I know now I so would have gone on a diet when I was 19. Lesbians can be just as bad as men. But then again we’re all human and can’t control who we fall in love with. Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like if I were thin. Would my phone be ringing off the hook? Would I not continually be the third or fifth wheel? Maybe. The alternative is that I’m just not a good person and no matter what I look like no one will ever fall in love with me. It’s a terrible alternative.
I guess this isn’t really a post that is about lesbians. It’s a post about a girl who wishes someone would fall in love with her heart. It’s a post about a girl who wonders how different her life would be if she were a size 8. I don’t want to hear anyone tell me to love myself and to go on a diet. I’m not in the mood to listen to someone tell me that someday when I least expect it I will find love. This post is mostly about feeling sorry for my fat lonely ass. We all have a right to indulge in self pity sometimes. Right?
dearest,
my gf is plus size. and i love her for her big heart and the person she is.
i hope you will find somebody who love you for your heart, also.