Big Fat Dream


Hey there fatsos,

I’m sitting here in my living room with this big black toy on my lap ( no no..just talking about my laptop), sipping my poison and hoping all your fat asses are in-the-pink-of-healthily parked in the respective panties. And you know it’s only better if some are, ahem, parked in the same one.

Anyway, so we all dream, right? How often do you dream?
It might sound a tad exaggerated, but I dream daily. I never sleep a dreamless sleep.  Okay now, do not dramatize me by occulting all over this information. I do not get any phantasmal or wraithlike visions. I dream about stuff that might sound weird in a very humanly way. So, do not involve our dear friends from hell who sprout out from beneath the earth and amuse us with their pleasing personalities.

Some of my dreams are recurring in nature. Like, for example, the one which I’m going to discuss here in this post. I dream this one a lot and somewhere deep down the red-blooded arteries of my heart, I believe all fat people do. So, if you do, never forget to high-five this fat-ass dame.

The dream is so beautiful, the butterflies literally suck the nectar out of my belly.

I see a gathering. Not see as much as I feel it. The figures are all blurry and hazy but it feels as if I just entered a place full of people who either hate me or once did not like me being around them because of my fat body. I enter the place all sleek and tall. I’m wearing this sumptuous and elegant black cheongsam and all those people who once despised me and my body seem to be regretting calling me fat and ugly. And I am, of course, not acknowledging anything about their presence but their blown away faces. I move past them with an elegant air. Leaving them behind. I am pretty and suddenly half  of the conflicts between me, myself and the world are solved just like that. I feel the kind of confidence that I once thought only Cinderella’s fairy godmother could gift me. I feel alive.

And then, as usual, I wake up and realize that my fat boobs have fallen out of my bra.

P.S- I started working out today.  🙂

That Fat Girl


9 thoughts on “Big Fat Dream

  1. I love this entry! Continue to do what makes you happy. Kudos on starting to work out. I’m behind you on the working out thing. It’s that I don’t have the motivation to do it but yet I can write everyday. Talk about priorities !

  2. Hey, big fat girl… I love you with all my heart. Actually, we are two that love you intensely. You’ve never met me; you probably have met my companion, Jesus? Him and I have a loving word to get you out of your “fat” complex and into the sunshine. You can read all about it in the Bible, in Isaiah chapter 60, particularly verses 14 and 15.
    We love you, love you, love you!!

  3. I understand where you are coming from in your dreams. But please remember that what you think is more important than anyone else’s. I can honestly say that there are a lot of ‘skinnies’ out there that would not even remember another skinny once they walked 2 blocks. self-absorption is a habit that many of us do. Take a moment to evaluate how beautiful you are and appreciate it as you make your outer shell even better. I am standing behind you while you conquer this feat in life. You can do it!

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