Fat Anna's voice gets loud sometimes. Mostly she's a lying bitch, but sometimes it takes strangers to remind us that she's full of it.
Fat Anna
Fat Anna's voice gets loud sometimes. Mostly she's a lying bitch, but sometimes it takes strangers to remind us that she's full of it.
I thought being skinny would be all side boob and glamour, but the skinny bitches lied about what it's really like. #shattereddreams
I'm not a planner by nature. I spend inordinate amounts of money on diaries, stationery, planner inserts and all kinds of flamingo stickers to keep my daily life in check. A flamingo sticker is the only thing between me, an unpaid electricity bill and a life in darkness. It's true and a disappointing testament to … Continue reading Life Planning and Flamingo Stationery
I am fucking starving. Well, not really starving. Not starving children of Africa, haven't eaten in days kind of starving, I mean coming down from the addictive nature of sugar and carbohydrate comas and I'm staring at the tv and I just want to eat chocolate, ice cream and crackers kind of starving. I've … Continue reading Fat, starving orphans
Every single day my Facebook feed is bombarded with 'love the fatgirl' slogans. Bloggers, self help experts, body acceptance typography feeds my soul with all of the stuff I've wanted people to say to me since I was little. I've been a fat girl all my life. For as long as I can remember I … Continue reading Fat Girl Exile