Y’all know that my Great Weight Loss Extravaganza has been a non-starter since… hah, probably since I was born.

Fact is, I like eating. Seriously. Multiply your enjoyment of food by one million, and there you have it. I also don’t hate exercise, but– eating! It’s better! The results of which — I’ve got a fat ass. And various other jiggly parts.

That doesn’t mean I don’t like shopping for clothes because for those of you who think that fat chicks can’t look nice, how can I put this? Let me think… Oh, I know: Suck It. Yes, I know, beauty is in the eye of the beholder and everything. People can’t help what they find attractive. Fine. Just don’t go around saying “Oh that person is fat, they’re worthless!” because eh. Wrong (and personally? If I had a choice, I’d take waking up next to this over this, any day. And by the way, NSFW). If you’re one of those who actually laughs at or makes fun of fat people? Wow. How mature.

So, anyway. Where I live, there is one Fat Girl store, and it’s… fine, just not great. So I like to browse sometimes and see that there are actually cute clothes out there available for the Big Girls. I mean, seriously– up until very recently fat chicks were expected to a) dress like a grandmother, 2) dress like a baby, or c) dress like Mrs. Roper. So either wear shapeless, bland clothing to help you blend into your environment, or wear something so ridiculous that you’re put into your place as a funny, nonthreatening, and seriously non-sexual being. Because you’re fat! You can’t be sexy!

I say bollocks to that.

Now I’m not saying that if you want to lose weight, you shouldn’t. Do it! Be safe about it, but do it, if you want to. I know people who have lost weight (for the right reasons) and are much happier now than they were when they were fat. Yay for them! I also know people who have lost weight and are surprised that every problem they ever had hasn’t disappeared. Uhm, duh. I’m not jealous of skinny people, just like I’m sure skinny people aren’t jealous of me. It is what it is, and mine happens to be chunky.

So, as I was saying. I poked around on the Internet Machine and lookit, lookit, lookit. Yes, of course all it did was make me wish I was fabulously rich, and living somewhere were a Torrid store actually existed, but hey. Making wishlists is fun. To me, wishlist making is just like shopping. Except you don’t spend any money. Or… actually get to have… any of the stuff you– okay nevermind. It was fun. And don’t try to tell me I wouldn’t totally rock this. Because I so would.

Edited (the next day) to add: Eh, so I’m kind of not enjoying all the clothes on the second one– but I love the name of the place and the fact that they’re using people who *aren’t* a size 10 as their models.