I think it's interesting, that people are asking for chubby work.

Since the age of five I was on a diet because I was 'chubby'. What I didn't realize back then was that I was perfectly fine. It was baby fat, but my mother was worried and started me on a new diet and it never really stopped. I grew up in an environment where me being chubby was a BAD thing. It was something that not only disgusted my mother, but other people too.

"Birthday cake isn't a good for you. Here have a few carrots instead!"

"Maybe you should have her try the Jenny Craig diet! It could work on a 10 year old I'm sure..."

"If you gain another pant size you can start buying your own clothes. This is getting ridiculous!"

"Why do you do this to yourself?"

Then I got out of high school. Then I got out of my mothers grasp, and it was THEN that I started noticing that people weren't all that disgusted. In fact...many people LIKED the way I looked. They liked the curves, the way I move, the softness of my body, the way I was cushioned just right. Needed a pillow? BOOM, here's my lap, baby! Need a hug? Hell yes, get up in these arms! Need a cuddle? Fuck it, I can be a teddy bear for a minute!

...but then you do run into someone who looks at you and says, "Ew. Why would you do that to yourself?" and then you hide, because they're right in a way. You're abnormal, grotesquely large and you jiggle everywhere...and who would want to see that? Surrounded by normal and perfectly healthy girls squealing, "OH MY GOSH I'M SO FAT! IT'S SO GROSS!!!" as they claw at the natural folds of their abdomens. If that's what they think of themselves...what do they think of me? The spiral goes downward. Then someone comes along and as you walk by turns and perhaps their gaze lingers just long enough, a lopsided grin spreading over their lips as they nod at you in approval. Maybe it's your witty t-shirt, or maybe it's the confidence you spontaneously feel that day. A random whistle. A hug that lasts just a fraction too long. An admiring look from some one you love.

Mixed signals are every where.

Speaking only for myself, I am surrounded by the idea that those without shapely tummies, those without thin thighs and those that may not be able to see their feet when they stand up...are bad. We're gross. Who would want to see me? Who would want to look at my body and think it's beautiful other than the one person who I love dearly, but is biased beyond belief? I guess what I'm really getting at is that even though the idea of curvy women appeals to many people, I could understand why curvy girls (or guys!) may not even think about showing off their bodies because a large majority would find our curves, the way we move, the softness of our bodies ...utterly disgusting.

I'm not saying this idea of body image should continue. I guess I'm just putting it out there that, as a curvy chick, I understand why a lot of curvy people are scared to take the step of showing or even accepting how beautiful our bodies can really be.

Sorry for the incoherent rambling (and your blog is fucking epic).— Anonymous