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Body/Fat Activism…While Drunk!


Oh man, I had the greatest, craziest, most fun weekend! I danced, I drank, I got all dressed up, I drank, I danced, I laughed so much my guts are still sore and that is awesome, and I drank some more! Oh yeah, I also did a bit of body/fat activism, even in my far from sober state…on two different nights! Y’all would be so proud of me!

The first one happened as we were walking out of the club on Friday night. It was very late. Not only did we close the place, but they were practically kicking people out by this point. I was with my gals Jeanette and Nicole and we were for sure feeling on top of the world. We were walking out when Nicole started talking to this gal we’d admired the dress of earlier that evening. Can I just say how awesome it is to compliment people when the least expect it? It is! Anyway, this gal had on this beautiful rainbow colored dress, sort of a terrycloth tube dress but in these amazing and lovely colors. When I saw Nicole talking to her my big drunk mouth had to step in on their convo. Ha-ha! I told her how much I loved her dress and kept looking at it all night. She was super nice and even said where she got it, sadly I have forgotten. But then she made a comment about how if she were more confident she wouldn’t be wearing the purple shrug she had on.

This is where my big drunk mouth actually came in handy and made me proud. I said to her while handing over the business card for my blog, “I write a blog for fat people. On Tuesdays, I feature fat girls baring their arms. It’s called Tank Top Tuesday and it’s fantastic. Please check it out!” Her response, “Well, if I see other people doing it I konw it’ll help me to.” WOO HOO!!! When I turned around Nicole and Jeanette were beaming. And I was all like, “spreading’fat acceptance all over the place, even when I’m drunk…Awwww yeah!!!” because that is pretty much how I talk when inebriated. Ha-ha! The rest of that night, well, I’ll wait to show ya the pics, it was so much fun and so very needed after the shitty week and shitty b-day I’d had. Bah!

The next night my husband and I were invited to a friend’s party at a comic book store. I hope that you are able to support your local comic book store, they are awesome places y’all! Anyway, I was a  bit nervous because A. I don’t really read or follow comics except for Lenore by Roman Dirge and whatever Jhonen Vasquez might be working on and B. because I didn’t know anyone at the party except my two BFFs and my husband. Yikes! It’s funny because pretty much right when we walked in I began talking to the sweet and smart and talented gal in a Bleach -the anime- costume. She had these beautiful hair sticks with tiny origami cranes in them. I asked where she got them and then she proceeded to not only explain that she made them, but also made two micro ones for me, too! Her name is Kat and she is a delight, I tell ya!

Then the alcohol started flowin’…into my cup! After that I was Ms. Socially Fat once again! The costume theme was Joss Whedon characters and being that I don’t and haven’t watched anything by the man and previously unaware of a theme, as were were getting out of the car and walking to the comic store I said, “Oh! Well, I’ll just be Fat Willow from Buffy” since I adore Allison Hannigan. Ha-ha! Funny thing, my BFF Perry was already there and dressed as Willow from Season One of Buffy. Ha-ha! I won’t tell you what he was doing with a child’s backpack the entire evening, but I’m pretty sure I’m scarred for life!

The party was a super blast. I was excited to go mostly because last year  P and J went and that’s all they talked about for the next three weeks and I was bummed and felt left out. So I jumped at the invite this year. The fat activism comes in when P and J were bickering about something, but in a joking way and P said to J, “you’re a big girl” and J responded with, “Oh my god are you calling me fat?!” Major stink-eye from me, but he didn’t see. Later as we were both chatting with some peeps I said to him on the side, “don’t think I’m going to let that fat hating bullshit slide, my friend. Oh no!” He looked ashamed and embarrassed. He gets it, but he still struggles. We all struggle, I get that, but to fat hate/shame while standing right next to moi, his BFF?! Um…HELL NO!!!

Later, while talking with Tressa, she had a plate of cookies and made a joke about being bulimic.  I explained instantly and without a pause that that is some wrong ass shit to joke about. She kept the joke going by saying joking about it makes her feel better about herself and I continued about how many struggle with eating disorders and you just never know who you’re hurting. Funny thing, later that evening she told me that she’s struggled with an eating disorder for eight years and actually has a blog about just that. I was surprised and gave her the business card to my blog. Then a few other peeps around us asked for one, too. I started to explain what fat acceptance is all about and Tressa thought that she wouldn’t fit in or something and I explained that no, people with eating disorders and their survivors fit right into FA and we’re all fighting the same fight. It was such an interesting conversation, especially when others chimed in. It was so positive. I felt so passionate about it I hadn’t realized that the small circle around us were all looking at me. Oops! Heh-heh…So anyway…

Another very late night of being very drunk and laughing a lot, no dancing though. But such a good time. There are plans for a karaoke night with some from that party…I cannot wait! They were such fun and smart people and I need more of that in my life…but don’t we all?! I was surprised at how fearless I was in the fat talk. It was harder I think  for me to say anything to Jery than it was to talk to the others, but that’s how it goes sometimes. And all who took my card that night insisted that they would check it out. So why am I always embarrassed to tell people I’m a blogger? Ha-ha! Good times.

Big surprise, Sunday night we stayed in and took it easy. Ha-ha! I gotta give my body time to recover after all of that fun and drinking. Whew! No plans for tonight, really, but we’ll see…Happy Halloween to you and yours! <3

posted under Blog, DIY, fat, Fat Acceptance, FUN!
8 Comments to

“Body/Fat Activism…While Drunk!”

  1. On October 31st, 2011 at 11:50 am Twistie Says:

    Have I mentioned lately that you fucking rock? Because you totally do.

  2. On October 31st, 2011 at 11:53 am Not Blue at All Says:

    Twistie: *Hugs* You fucking rock, too, my dear! No doubt about it!!! <3

  3. On October 31st, 2011 at 1:24 pm withoutscene Says:

    I am soooooooooooooo glad you had such a redeeming weekend! And way to hold it down, girl! Those are some fantastic dialogues you had! Let that passion flow! You are too rad. I hope your new rainbow-clad friend will do a Tank Top Tuesday!

    PS–Holy sizzlesauce! Red, white, and black look so great on you! And the nose ring is incredibly hot as well!

  4. On October 31st, 2011 at 1:56 pm Not Blue at All Says:

    withoutscene: Thank you! I love the nose ring, too…but no plans to get a real one. I’ve had piercings, but I suck at keeping them. They also wreck my sleep comforts. Ha-ha!

  5. On October 31st, 2011 at 11:49 pm E. Ai B. Says:

    Awesome. Fucking. Costume! Ditto the nose ring.

  6. On November 1st, 2011 at 9:30 am Not Blue at All Says:

    E. Ai B.: Aw, thank you!

  7. On November 2nd, 2011 at 8:25 am Nikki Says:

    AWESOME!!! That sounds line so much fun. And you look rad! (Btw: My blog is still down and I haven’t had time to fix it. I’ll let you know when I do.) Smooches!

  8. On November 2nd, 2011 at 10:44 am Not Blue at All Says:

    Nikki: Oh hun! So glad to hear from you! Thank you…Once I put that outfit on I felt so ready for have a blast! Sometimes we just need to break out of our daily role/costume and find a way to have FUN! If you get a writing bug, feel free to send it my way, I love guest bloggers!

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