Thursday, October 21, 2010

Quickie: Fat Ass Tunes!

So! Just moments ago, my boyfriend, the wonderful Keith, sent me a song that he thought I'd enjoy. Well, he's usually right and this time he was too.

Introducing, my new feel-good-when-I'm-down-on-my-body song!

Beautiful South singing Perfect 10!



"'Cause we love our love in different sizes.
I love her body especially the lies.
Time takes its toll, but not on the eyes.
Promise me this, take me tonight."

The only objection I have is the "anorexic" comment that is made. Thin women are just as beautiful as fat women. If he doesn't think so, that's okay.. but no need to call people anorexic without knowing them.

Anyway- Love everyone and enjoy!

Big Smiles!
-LexieDi.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Disneyland.

I love Disneyland. I love Disneyland so much that I have an annual pass. I have an annual pass so that I can go often. I go so often that I know where everything is, what the busiest rides are, what shows are playing, where they're playing, when they're playing, and how to get my own boat on the "Pirates of the Caribbean" ride. I know the folklore, the ride stories, the urban legends, the characters, the songs, and the ghosts.

And, though I love Disneyland, I do have issues with it on the fat front.

1.) Dude, lap bars. Need I say more? Now, hardly anyone goes to Disneyland alone and hardly anyone goes on rides alone. It's lame. I've done it. Now, lap bars fit me just fine, and so do the belts. The problem comes when you're riding with a passenger that is somewhat smaller than you and the ride has one of those lap bars that goes across the both of you. For some fatties, this isn't a problem, for some it is. It is for me because, even though the friend I go with isn't thin, her weight is in her boobs, mine is in my stomach- coincidentally right where the lap bar goes. So when I get on a ride that contains a lap bar that (unlike the Haunted Mansion lap bars) you pull down, I suck in my gut as much as possible to make sure that my friend isn't totally insecure in the ride. This doesn't always work and usually leads to me being slightly uncomfortable and kind of embarrassed.

Luckily, most rides today have individual lap bars built in to ride seats, even the seats that hold two people. I think that is totally awesome and really takes the pressure and embarrassment off of me. Some rides (I'm looking at you Mr. Toad's Wild Ride), however, do not. Yeah, that kind of sucks... But, on the upside, the ride doesn't really go fast enough to throw anyone out if the lap bar isn't all the way down.

On the upside, like I said, most of the rides that really go fast have individual lap bars or individual belts. I'm really impressed with the length of the Indiana Jones belts- those fuckers are long enough to get around my substantial tummy and they have length to spare. Awesome. I believe Space Mountain also sports individual lap bars. Good call- that ride is fast!

2.) Merchandise. As I've explained (at length), I love Disneyland. I love most things Disney, in fact (excluding newer live-action shows and movies). I love Disney to the point where I buy their over-priced (though, usually, high quality) junk! I would even buy their over-priced clothing. I have talked to several Disneyland cast members about this and most seem to agree that many fatties would like to buy and wear clothes from Disney. Luckily some things go up to a size 3x, which will fit me just fine usually. However, the thing that bothers me most about Disney merch? The fact that only some things come in bigger sizes. The really cool, artsy princess shirts that I love? They tend to go up to a large or an extra large, but that's it. The more generic, not-so-fashionable clothing items? They're the ones that sometimes, if you're lucky, hit a 3x.

What's with the selectivity? If you're going to go up to 3x at all, Disney, do it for all of your clothing, not just the stuff aimed at older people. I want a Captain Eo shirt, damn it, and I'm willing to pay for it if you're willing to produce my size!

One of the stores, one of the hipper stores, at Downtown Disney (the strip of shops, stands, and restaurants just outside of the Disney park in California) only has shirts that go up to a 1x. That makes me feel bad. That makes me feel like I'm too fat to be in that store. Disney not handling my sizes in clothing styles that more fashionable makes me feel like Disney doesn't want me, a fatty, in their stores or wearing their clothes. Now, that's ridiculous- of course Disney wants my money, they just, apparently don't want my round and rolly frame in their clothing. I dunno.

I shot Disney an email about the possibility of getting some bigger sizes in stock and was answered quite quickly with a reply stating that the idea had been tossed around for some years now but had not been put into play because they figured the demand was not high enough. A Disneyland cast member also told me that the company was thinking about going up, possibly, to a size 6x (of course, this is just what I've heard). I think that would be fucking awesome. She said that she sees, daily, how high the demand for larger sizes is, but she also said that the company didn't think the demand was high enough. Okay. Well, Disney, let me tell you- there is a demand. Fat people come to your park just as often as thin people do. Fat people love your company and your clothing, and your over-priced merchandise just as much as thin people do. You know how you had to fix up It's a Small World recently to be more accommodating to larger passengers? Well, that alone should tell you that fatties are there and when you don't have the sizes they need, they're not going to spend the money in your gift shops. Sorry. Putting larger sizes in stores (and making sure all stiles have the largest size) is a win for you when it comes to profit, and it's a win for fatties who get to feel more included, catered to, and they'll end up liking your company all the more for it. I know I will.

The upside is that Disney does go up to a 3x, which, in this fat-hating world, is pretty cool. It sucks butt when you notice that only certain things go up to that size, and that the more fashionable stuff is only for the thinner people... That, honestly, really makes me feel like shit.

I guess I should end this on a high note. Disney hires fatties. That is pretty cool. A lot of the Disneyland cast members are large and in charge and I really appreciate that. I also heard that there are no physical standards for who can try out to play characters in the parks. That's just what I've heard. That doesn't mean that a fatty will be hired to play Tiana or Cinderella (or any other princess, though, I'm praying that someday, Disney will step up and give us a fuller-figured, maybe even a little bit chunky princess). But being able to audition no matter if you look like a character or not is pretty cool. Of course this is just a rumor I heard... But it's a rumor I'd like to believe- it helps keep the magic of Disneyland alive for me.

Big Smiles!
-Lexie Di.

Friday, September 24, 2010

Uhm... DUH!

Tonight, as I signed into my Windows Live account, the little "Today" window popped up and the headline was a link to this article about how fat kids are discriminated against by everyone, even, sometimes, their parents. ((Note: I didn't read many of the comments and I wouldn't really suggest reading them either, though a few were positive. Sanity Points needed in order to view.))

Well, the title of my post today kind of sums up my thoughts. "Duh." Yeah. Of course fat kids are discriminated against. You, dear, sweet media, help in the persecution and stereotyping of fatties. Thank you for being part of the problem and then going "O my god! I can't believe these people are discriminated against!"

The big deal in the article is the idea that fat kids are discriminated against by their parents. This is an ugly thought. I've been fat my whole life and am lucky enough to have a very loving family as well as a family in which all members share my basic body type. Nonetheless, I still felt pressure from my parents to lose weight. I still felt that my body was my fault. I still went on diet after diet with my mom and when one would fail and we'd start another one the same conversation echoed between us:

Mom: So what do you think about this program?

Me: I like it.

Mom: Yeah. Think this is the one?

Me: Yeah, I really do.

Mom: I think you're old enough to really put effort into it this time. I don't think you were ready to lose weight before.

Me: Yeah. This one will make me lose weight.

Every. Single. Time. And guess what? Nothing worked. Finally I stopped and decided to try something really different: Loving myself. And that's been the best thing I've ever done. Unfortunately, though my mom is proud of me for loving my body and being comfortable in my skin, she can not or refuses to do the same, and that's really disheartening. I love my mother. My mommy is the most- THE MOST- beautiful woman I know. Yes, it's cliché, but there are no other words for how I see my mother. She has taught me so much, made me so strong, been a friend when I needed one but never stopped being a mother, but she doesn't see herself as beautiful as I do, and that's heartbreaking to me.

Anyway, enough with my sentimental rambling, back to the article... I'm sure many, many children are discriminated against by their parents because of their weight, and if not their parents, other members of their family. That is extremely fucked up to the umpteenth degree. When will the hate stop and the love start? When?

Just so you know: I love you!

Big smiles!
-Lexie Di.

Monday, September 13, 2010

Bussiness and Fierce Fatties!

Well, I haven't posted in about a month. That sucks. Bad Lexie! Bad! But, in my own defense, I've been busy. School's started and I'm just now settled into that routine.

So! What's happening with me?

Well, yesterday, my mom, dad and I cleaned out the garage and got it ready to do some exercising. We have quite a bit of exercise equipment: One of those weight machines, an elliptical, two stationary bikes, a bench press, free weights, a punching bag and a ton of workout tapes. We could start our own gym...

So, anyway, tonight we workout for about an hour and we're going to be doing that every night. Thank... god... I'm so tired of not moving any more than walking around school (which, honestly, is a substantial walk).

Planning a trip to Disneyland/California Adventure on Thursday with a friend and that will certainly wear me (the fuck) out.

So yeah, that's about it. I plan on posting more... It might be slow because of school, but more is on the way. Yup... Uh-huh...

O yeah...

And I'm on the Fierce, Freethinking Fatties team! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *cough cough- gasp* HA!

So yeah. Come check out my posts... and everyone's posts (as everyone there is a much better blogger than I am.) Honestly, I'm really honored to be joining... scared, humbled, and honored.

Thanks everyone.

Big Smiles!
-LexieDi.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

What My Mama Said.

Just about a week ago, my family and I went on vacation. I love vacations. We have an RV and a little trailer and some land out in the valley (where it's hot) and we enjoy going there and doing some pseudo-camping and taking in movies and junk food.

A day before we were set to take off, we packed. My mom told me to grab my bathing suit as we were planning on finding a camp ground with a pool or lake to swim in or go to a hotel for a night. I love to swim, but I still grimaced. I haven't been swimming in over 2 years and I've never gotten the chance to wear my bathing suit (which was purchased over two years ago). It's a tankini. I love it. It's adorable. But I had to try it on again. So I wiggled out of my clothes and wiggled into the neon-splattered top and short skirt and hiked it up as far over my tummy as I could. When I let it go, the slick fabric slid up over my tummy. Ugh. It wouldn't stay in place. I felt horrible. Awkward. Ugly. I marched out and showed it to my mother.

Now, my mother has always been aware that I'm fat. Her worrying about it started in (or possibly before) kindergarten when mud was thrown at me because of my larger size. All through elementary school she worked with me, joining me in diet after diet, experimental pill after experimental pill. She wanted to save me the tears and the pain that I went through daily.

I still get harassed. It still hurts. I still talk to my mom about it, but she knows that she can't suggest a weight loss plan because I'll reject it immediately. My mom has told me I'm beautiful. She tells me a lot. She tells me I'm cute and pretty and adorable. But when specifically talking about my body or her body, she's always been a there's-always-room-for-improvement type of person. She's always been a dieter... More than a dieter. She took pill after pill after my brother and I were born. She even resorted to the use of illegal drugs to help get and keep her thin and which got her addicted. My father too, though he wasn't trying to be thin. And it's a habit that nearly tore the family apart.

So, when I shuffled out to show my mother the bathing suit, I knew what was coming.
"This part," I said, motioning to my tummy-roll, "it doesn't look good. I don't look good."

She looked me up and down and smiled the smile she gives me when she's happy with me, when she thinks I'm beautiful, and she said "Lexie. You're perfect. That tummy is fine. You look great. Your shape is beautiful."

I couldn't keep myself from crying. My mother is one person who can make or break me in an instant, and she made me that day. And, I know it sounds so over-used, so childish. But you may think I'm not pretty... But my mommie says I'm perfect.

Big Smiles!
-LexieDi

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Will There Be Fat-Bashing?

Why yes! There will be fat-bashing!

That's pretty much what my health professor told me.

After the first class, I waited for the room to clear and I asked simply "Will there be a lot of fat-bashing in this class?"

"Not until the section on weight management." Great. A whole section for fat-bashing!

So we spoke. And I told him that I would argue with him and asked him not to throw me out of class.

To be honest, I'm worried. Really worried. I'm questioning whether or not to even go to those classes, for my own sanity. But, at the same time, I want to be there to fight the fat-hate propaganda.

He made a fat joke once during the first class (it's only an hour class) and mentioned it a total of 3 times.

Oh, I'm in to be hated in this class.

Advice?

Big Smiles!
-LexieDi

Monday, August 2, 2010

My Thoughts on "Fat" and "Obese."

Apparently, in the UK, doctors are going to be calling their larger patients fat instead of obese. When my boyfriend (who lives in the UK) told me about this, I pretty much just rolled my eyes. To me, the word "fat" isn't a bad word. I use it freely and usually don't touch the word "obese."

But my real question is, what do they think that will do? Honestly. What?

My idea of what they think will happen with the change:

Doctor: Ma'am, you're... fat.

Fatty: *gasp* I... I'm what? No, doctor... NO! Tell me it isn't so! I... I never noticed. I... *looks down at her body* AAAAAGH! I am! *sobbing* Please doctor... tell me how to fix it!


What would happen if it were me:

Doctor: Lexie, you're... fat.

Me: *smiles sarcastically* And what test did you perform to come to that surprising conclusion, doctor? You must have been at the head of your class with insight like that. Genius. Really.

O yes, I could easily be that snarky to a doctor.

I want people... whomever comes across this blog, to remember that doctors work for you. You employ them. You pay them. Don't get pushed around. Don't get pressured into things you don't want to do. They are doctors, yes. One would hope that they have the best in mind for you. But they're human. Some doctors are jerks and many are biased. Trust yourself more than anyone and don't take the hate and venom from anyone, no matter what his or her title is.

Big Smiles!
-LexieDi