Written by Melissa Mankins for The Huffington Post. Originally published on November 2nd, 2015.
I am fat — not curvy, fat. I have a fat stomach and I jiggle when I walk. I am most likely going to be the fattest person in the room at all times and I gladly accept that role. I adore my body and I don’t hate myself. I love all of my imperfections and dimples. I never want to be skinny.
Society tells me that this is a radical notion. It’s not. There are more girls like me out there. We just aren’t given space to be visible. I feel like I was put on this earth to be colorful and take up space and I am not ashamed.
We are told by the media that we need to live in shame, stop eating seventeen cheeseburgers, and hide our bodies. We are told to wear something “more flattering” and “not to show so much skin” and “put your boobs away Melissa, you are scaring the children.” Oh, I’m sorry, I would have cleavage even if I wore a turtleneck and I’m sick of trying to hide it.
We are also told that no one is going to want to have sex with us, especially someone conventionally attractive. Just look at any women’s magazine — not a dimple in sight! My own father told me when I was 10 years old that no man would ever want to hold my hand unless I lost weight and stopped biting my fingernails. LOL@dad, they want to do so much more than hold hands now.
I am fat and I have casual sex with strangers, attractive strangers even. Recently I took a roadtrip with my mom from LA to Oregon, where I live. It was an impromptu mini vacation before I move to Portland to go back to school for my art degree, start a boudoir photography business and live amongst other body-positive, sex-positive women like myself and the beautiful beards that love us.
My mom loves to draw everything out, so she was only willing to drive three hours per day. This meant that we stayed in four different hotels over five days. Partly inspired by Amber Rose’s Slut Walk, which was happening at the same time as my trip, and partly out of my love for new adventures, I started swiping right on men and women on Tinder as I waited to deplane at LAX.
I follow Amber Rose on Instagram and I find it infuriating watching other women tear each other down for what they choose to do with their own bodies. I also find equally disturbing the entitlement some men demonstrate when a woman chooses to display any amount of skin or overt sexuality in their presence.
To me, being called a slut isn’t degrading. I see it as empowering and symbolic of me taking ownership over what I choose to do with MY body. My fat beautiful curvy soft body.”
Head over to The Huffington Post to read the rest of this article that highlights the sexiness of #realworldbodies!