tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14578627.post112416822055565670..comments2024-02-15T02:23:32.121-08:00Comments on Fatty McBlog: Fatty vs. Fattyfatty mcgeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00180072695306201058noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14578627.post-1153012991060298662006-07-15T18:23:00.000-07:002006-07-15T18:23:00.000-07:00It's funny, when I meet another fat girl I feel in...It's funny, when I meet another fat girl I feel instantly bonded to her. For all I know she could be satan in a dress, but for some reason I intrinsically feel we are on the same side.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14578627.post-1125331631730100452005-08-29T09:07:00.000-07:002005-08-29T09:07:00.000-07:00So true!I think I've got a little body dysmorphia ...So true!<BR/><BR/>I think I've got a little body dysmorphia going on, too, because I constantly eyeball other girls to see who's bigger and/or smaller; always on the quest to drop that 30lbs, to get back down to a size 10/12.<BR/><BR/>I remember one day being in a supermarket, purchasing lunch. I think I may be been dieting, because I just grabbed an individual fruit tray. The cashier looked at me pityingly and said, "You're beautiful, and don't ever let anyone tell you that you're not." Now, at that time I was about a size 24 or 26 and nearly bursting at the seams of my Lane Bryant smock. I knew I wasn't beautiful (aside from the 'beautiful face' caveat) but it did make me feel a little better UNTIL I realized she only said it to be <I>nice</I>.<BR/><BR/>You can lose all the weight in the world- I was down to a size 8 dress- and still feel like a fatty on the inside. Until you deal with the inner fatness, it doesn't matter what is on the outside because you'll never see it! <BR/><BR/>I read this blog from a link on Fark.com and have been checking in since!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14578627.post-1124564468582197512005-08-20T12:01:00.000-07:002005-08-20T12:01:00.000-07:00The reason I play the "fatter than her" game is be...The reason I play the "fatter than her" game is because I suffer from severe body dysmorphic syndrome. I literally have no clue how big/small I am. It does help me, but I do realise it is incredibly rude. =DAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14578627.post-1124553728350503792005-08-20T09:02:00.000-07:002005-08-20T09:02:00.000-07:00i used to play the 'am i fatter than her' game. n...i used to play the 'am i fatter than her' game. now i try for the smile of solidarity. sometimes that works. sometimes it's met with suspicionmainjahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14079279718716321524noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14578627.post-1124340235990421582005-08-17T21:43:00.000-07:002005-08-17T21:43:00.000-07:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14578627.post-1124339188614997152005-08-17T21:26:00.000-07:002005-08-17T21:26:00.000-07:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14578627.post-1124328016809919632005-08-17T18:20:00.000-07:002005-08-17T18:20:00.000-07:00ow... i thought i was the only one who wondered th...ow... i thought i was the only one who wondered that!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14578627.post-1124314532451497772005-08-17T14:35:00.000-07:002005-08-17T14:35:00.000-07:00Stop reading my mind dammit!!! LOLStop reading my mind dammit!!! LOLTSC Girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11432631359126210928noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14578627.post-1124307936187352122005-08-17T12:45:00.000-07:002005-08-17T12:45:00.000-07:00Don't kid youselves...men do it too. I was walkin...Don't kid youselves...men do it too. I was walking through Home Depot looking for some kinda Alpha Male hardware tool the other day and this huge guy literally came grunting past me. The thought my Id immediately kicked into the forefront of my brain was, "well, at least I'm not as fat as that guy." <BR/><BR/>The other thing guys have is what I call the "shirt/no shirt rule." When we go to the beach, the public pool, the river, whatever, we scan the crowd to see if there's a guy there bigger than us with his shirt off. If there is, then it's okay for us to take our shirt off. <BR/><BR/>Trust me, it's not a gender thing...<BR/><BR/>A.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14578627.post-1124306950283494522005-08-17T12:29:00.000-07:002005-08-17T12:29:00.000-07:00according to my husband i should have "am I bigger...according to my husband i should have "am I bigger than her?" tatooed on my forehead.<BR/><BR/>i went into torrid the other day and now that i'm getting thinner I was getting daggers left and right. i thought i was going to get my ass kicked.<BR/><BR/>I'm still in need of at least one X on my labels, so if we don't embrace the handshake or high five, I'm going to have to wear defensive gear.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com