Fat Friends for Life.

This is a long post, so if you read it all the way through, I applaud you. And I’ve included a photo because I just hate all-text posts. Enjoy.

My friend told me I need more fat friends. It’s weird, I don’t have a lot of fat friends IRL. But I have tons in my interwebz world. No pun intended. I don’t know what it is, though. I guess I just don’t meet a lot of fatties in HelL-A. Or maybe I just don’t consider people in terms of their fatness (or non-fatness). My sister says this is a problem for me. Sometimes, she’ll ask me, “Do you think that person is fat?” and I’ll usually respond with a “No, not really.” I don’t want to be mean or politically incorrect.

Of course, I talk about being fat in jest with my friends, but that’s only because I know they won’t be all stupid and get all butt-hurt or offended and I’m the same way. Hell, if someone calls me fat, it’s not like I can deny it; I clearly am fat. Duh. But when I talk to my regular friends about style or clothes and fashion, it’s never about fat-fashion. We don’t talk about plus-size stores or lines. I don’t think there should be a divided line between fat-fashion and straight fashion; although there clearly is, but that’s a topic that’s been widely covered already, so I’ll just pass over that for now.

Anyhow, I don’t think my friends see me as some kind of anomaly because I have style and I happen to be fat. I think - hope, at least - that they see me as the norm because I know I see them that way. I personally think all my friends have great style and maybe that’s the common factor that binds us; not the fact that we’re not all models. And for the most part, I am probably the only person on the larger end of the scale in terms of fatness amongst all my friends. I just don’t know what to think about all of this stuff that’s running through my cabeza.

On the one hand, I like to talk about fat-fashion, but on the other hand, I don’t want to be all “the world needs more plus-size lines, pronto!” political feminazi (because that’s so not me and it’s so not what this blog is about). I seriously am content with the clothes I find at thrift stores. Some might consider this to be complacency. Do not be confused, my dears. I have shopped at department stores in the mall, but my style will always remain true with more one-of-a-kind items found only while thrifting. I like that I’m probably the only person to find that crazy striped Oscar de la Renta smock. I like the fact that I can go with all my friends to the Value Center and we’ll all be able to find at least one thing that will fit each one of us exclusively. That’s the fun of being able to shop at thrift stores. I know I won’t go into Forever 21 with one of my smaller-sized friends because I would not find anything in my size, save for a pair of earrings. And maybe that’s why i don’t shop at the mall. Who knows, really?

But what do you, my fair readers, think? Do you have a lot of fat friends? Does a shopping experience differ if you’re with friends who are different sizes?

I chose to post this photo because I’m not all philosophical corazones rojos all the time. And if you’re a fattie who happens to live in the Los Angeles area, hit me up. We can shop together, have coffee, text each other (or if you have Verizon and can do long distance texting, anyone! everyone! e-mail me your numbers. I text all day long). I’m down for whatever. I have fun. See! It’s evident in this photo.