Yesterday, my sister - whom you may refer to as Ms. Butts and not just because she is my sister and I like calling her things like that, but, because it is her name - referred to a digital painting that I had been working on, in the last year or so, called 'Fat Girl Refrigerator Mambo'.
She had initially sounded less than pleased with it, most especially as I had used a photo of her standing in her kitchen as the model, but, yesterday, she told me she had considered it and decided it was the most ultra-fabulous kewl thing, ever!
No, she did not say that, really. I can't remember the exact words anymore, though. They were along the line of "You could really do something with that. Like, stuff it up your backside."
No, wait! That wasn't it, either, quite. More like, "You could really do something with that. Put it on t-shirts ..." and there were other items listed, but, I forget what they were.
Somehow, between here and there, except in reverse, that combined with my love of reading up on and occasionally employing natural health ideas and recipes; my love of writing; and, yes - sorry to be crass,but -my need for money. Not to mention that the way my butt squishes out to the side, in thoroughly unpleasant ways, when I sit, now, as factoring in.
That combination, along with some prayer and a little conversation with Jehovah, and some conversation with my other sister yesterday, as well, led to the realization that I want to write a book of a certain type.
Ostensibly, it is a diet book that I wish to write. That is to say, I want to address concerns, concepts, ideas and plans related to eating habits and interesting recipes, food as medicine and food as pleasure. However, I don't want to give you a specific eating plan, tell you to stick to it, and then call you bad names - or let you call yourself bad names - when you fail to adhere to every last little rule.
See, I don't like diet books, even the nicer ones, specifically because they are very cookie cutter like. Most diet plans involve ingredients that I cannot eat or cannot afford, or meals that I do not have time, or sometimes the skill, to prepare. I shall not bash them, though, because, apparently, many diet plans work for several people, as long as they manage to keep following it.
Anyway, I said "ostensibly", up above, for a reason. This book is not a diet book, in the traditional sense of diet books as I know them, but, I won't get mad if that's what you want to call it.
This is, though, a book about the celebration of life. Specifically, it is geared toward fat women, who are tired and poor, because, that is a large part of what I am.
Did I say fat? Yes I did. I'm not here to lie. Saying that I am fat is not an insult. I am not saying it is all that I am. Quite the opposite is true. I am so many more things than just the extra fat that is stored in my body. I am talent, thought, feeling, strength of will and strength of bone and muscle. Therefore, knowing that I am so much more, I have no fear of using the word fat. It is not a horrible label of discrimination as some would use it, but, a commonly understood way of expressing a basic statement of fact.
I have more fat than I should. I am overweight. I am obese. I am fat. Such is life!
Let's celebrate life as it is lived in truth, together.
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