Scales are for Fishes

One day I took a hammer to my scale. Three weeks later I bought a new one. One day I hid the scale and didn’t get it out for weeks. Then I stepped on a scale at a friends house. I left the party early because I could stand to have my fat disgusting self around happy people. … Keep ReadingScales are for Fishes

How small do you want me to be?

To those men out there who feel the need to insult me, my surfing, and the places I enjoy surfing, I’m sorry.

I’m sorry that our society has taught you that you always need to be superior to women especially in acts of bravery and physicality. You were lied to. Seeing a woman capable of expressing her internal strength reminds you that you’ve been running from your own power. And that is terrifying to you.

And now you men are as scared as we women are mad. You are scared that you might have to be everything you were created to be. You are terrified that if women no longer buy the lie of smallness then you will be surpassed. You will have to open your eyes, get off the couch, shut off the TV, stop complaining and actually wake up.

We are rising up. We are angry. We will not be silenced. And we will keep pulling into closeout barrels even if it makes you uncomfortable. … Keep ReadingHow small do you want me to be?

I’m Having a Fat Day

I think my body is like a scared little feral kitten. She knows she is fierce. She depends on my for her basic needs. But I keep screwing with her. Sometimes I scream at her, sometimes I pinch her, sometimes I refuse to feed her, sometimes I force her to keep eating when she’s already stuffed. … Keep ReadingI’m Having a Fat Day