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My fat ass.

... the journey to find my inner stripper.

I’m 28, goth-ish and I live in Seattle. I’ve got two cats and a life partner- we’ve been together for 9 years. I grew up in Western New York, I’ve been a vegetarian for 16 years and I’m a fatty.

I don’t think that fat is a nasty thing to say, I don’t hate my body now nor have I ever. I am just on the search for a skinnier me so I’ll look hot in my wedding photos. I am recanting my tales of this weight loss goal here, as publicly as I can, because maybe I’ll help someone out, or inspire, or maybe you’ll laugh at me or with me- doesn’t matter, it’s the internet and I does what I wants.

Please, feel free to ask me anything.




So much to Marius’ shagrin, I dubbed this weekend “High carb weekend”. Why have I given myself away to eating like shit? Because of the wedding show.

Said wedding show wasn’t so overwhelmingly large that I wanted to die, but two full days of 10am(ish)-5pm(ish) wedding vendor after wedding vendor can really knock even the bravest of girls down a few pegs. I tried real hard to be as open minded about everything as I could be, and I ignored the plethra of pastels and damask…. but I did eat a ton of cake samples, as well as cake pops….punches, savory snacks and bites and lemonadey stuff… And then I wolfed down some pizza for supper.

And for breakfast today.

It’s AMAZEBALLS how much different I feel now— I’m crashing from the carbs and sugar, I’m exhaisted and I get hungry so quick, evne though I’ve been eating regular meals.

Yeah, pizza is rad- but my body needs to cut the starch, it’s just a lot easier for me in the long run. Plus, to be honest, I didn’t miss it as much as I think I thought I would. Win.

I’m off to croak now.




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