I've been extremely open and honest about my struggle with The Fat.
In doing so, I've recieved a tremendous amount of support. I feel like I have my own cheerleading team, rooting me on every step of the way. And when I fail, or hit a bump in the road, people here "pick me up" and help me find my way again. It's been an awesome experience.
But, with the good, there's been some bad. Some very VERY bad. People have said cruel, horrificly mean things to me.
Things like "your husband just wanted to get laid, why else would he say you are beautiful? your stretchmarks are hideous".
And then there was the time someone left a comment on Flickr about my 11 month old daughter that say "She's going to grow up to have a fat ass just like her mother."
There are quite a few more that I have saved in my "inbox", and not all of them are as "nice". I save all of them because they give me fuel. Fuel to lose this damn weight. Fuel to give a big ol' "Fuck you" to the mean and nasty people who hate me because of the size of my ass.
However, there are days where I read those things, where I read other things that people say about fat people and I cry like a BIG FAT BABY.
And I ask myself "Don't people realise WHY I call myself a HIPPO?? Don't they understand it has absolutely nothing to do with "how I feel about fat people in general" and EVERYTHING to do with me wanting to "beat people to the punch."
See, if I say I'm a big fat hippo, then what can the mean, cruel people say to me that can hurt me? I BEAT THEM TO IT! I hurt me first and so, when they send me emails, or leave me comments trying to insult or injure me, I can point and say "Ha! That didn't hurt! I already KNOW I'm a disgusting, fat, ugly, repulsive HIPPO! SO TAKE THAT, ASSHOLE!"
Even though the truth is that deep down inside? It does hurt knowing that people hate me, or that I disgust people, or that people think I'm nothing more than a lazy pig, or that when I walk in front of people, they shake their heads in disgust and wish they could tell me to "put down the chips and hit the gym, you fat pig!"
Even after losing a big chunk of weight and a few dress sizes, I know that there are people out there who still view me as all of the horrible things I just said. And that makes me sad. Not just for myself, but for the millions of other women just like me. Incredibly beautiful, amazing, kind, funny, selfless, strong women with so many things to offer the world are viewed as nothing more than "The Fat Girl" by a great deal of people.
I don't even know where I'm going with this anymore.
A hundred thoughts are swirling through my head right now. When I read the thread about Liv Tyler and all of the horribly mean, cruel things people were saying about her BASED ON HER WEIGHT, I broke down. And yes, I broke down because I'M FAT and? Because I have to make everything about ME.
I already know people are going to take this post out of context, tell me to quit bitching, tell me to quit looking for approval on the internet, tell me that "I'm not fat!", tell me to love myself no matter what, tell me "who cares what other people think!", tell me "I thought you didn't CARE what people think about you!" and so on and so forth.
Fine. Whatever. So be it.
This is such a complex, emotional, frustrating issue for me and sometimes, the best way for me to deal is to write it, to blabber on and on about it, to cry about it, to get pissed about it, to feel sorry for myself about it, but ultimately, to DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT.
Unfortunately, there's nothing I can do about the Dickheads who judge people solely on how fat/thin they are and whether or not "they'd hit it".








I really, really pity the woman who ends up with him.
I bet his dick is teeny tiny.