It’s been 370 days since Fattoo has been a part of my life.
The first week I had you, Fattoo, a woman on the bus asked me if you were real. When I told her you were, she told me that the two of us were the most beautiful things she’d ever seen.
A month later, my mother met you. She smiled, nodded, and told me about how much she’d lost during her current Weight Watchers stint. She would go behind my back and tell my sister she thinks I’m going off the deep end; she’s worried about my mental health.
I took you to school with me. We met a lovely bunch of Southerners who welcomed us with their arms out stretched. One of my classmates, however, told me, “You’re not fat. You’re beautiful.” I asked him why I couldn’t be both. He said, “Heck ! There ain’t no damn reason.” I think you may have changed his life, Fattoo.
In San Francisco, you met your first kiss and I met myself in a way I never thought possible.
You empowered me, Fattoo. When my marriage, my life, was crumbling around me, I knew I had you as a part of me — representation of the power that I know I posses, even if I can’t always utilize it.
Beach parties in bikinis, blank stares through airport security, cross country trips to find true love, bouts of depression that suck the life out of me — we’ve had one heck of a year, Fattoo. I can’t wait to see what we go through next !
And, as always, a big FAT Thank You to Natalie Perkins for her beautiful design. <3
(via dittybop)
