What to say to a fat woman you’re dating

There are a lot of things you say to the people you’re dating. “I like you.” “I love you.” “What are you doing this weekend?” “You’re so hot!” “Want to go on a trip?” “Text me when you get home.” “You look amazing!” “I love it when you do that!”

Wanting a Baby and Being Fat

I’ve been having severe baby cravings since April this year. Perhaps it’s because I turned 41 and the whole body clock thing is hitting me; perhaps it’s because I’m in love with an amazing man — I really don’t know what the trigger is but I have been craving a bay-bay!!! Making…

Conditioning… and it’s not cool!!!

“Can she even climb stairs? In a year or two her knees will give way!”

I love you, fat face

Between the video and my post on Friday, y’all know I’m tryna take some self portraits these days. I can’t say I made it…

Fat is a word. Use it.

Love is a many-splendoured work in progress…

If you are fat, it is a given that you have experienced rejection. And not just the “if you are human, you have experienced rejection” variety , but an advanced level. And not just from those closest to you — the parents and family and friends and…

If you love me, don’t dismiss me

Building on Pallavi’s post last week about fat friendship, I want to write about one thing that has bothered me for many years. It has to do with the other great cross I bear: being single.

Maybe I am hard to love?

I’ve been catching myself saying this to myself quite often in the last few days. Do I make it difficult for a man to continue loving me? Do I make it hard to love me when I ask for what I want in a relationship? What about my body; is that hard to love — both metaphorically and…

Am I too Fat?

I always felt such pride in being among the top students in school. Coming first at things really does warm my soul up. And oh, I worked hard for it — my revision timetables may have put Hermione Granger’s to shame, just saying. Basically, nothing could touch my being good at schoolwork; there my effort…

Indian Matchmaking

Yes yes, I know, I’m way behind the curve and all the rage and outrage pieces are long gone. I was going to write this two weeks ago when I’d finished the show but well. It’s been a creatively dry few weeks — maybe Mars retrograde in Aries? (Kidding, I don’t know diddley-squat about astrology.)