tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57559592180702990312024-02-08T13:19:34.131-05:00Fat is BeautifulI am a 240-pound woman who wishes to prove that you don't have to be thin to be beautiful, happy, successful, sexy, healthy, confident, loved... The list is endless.Tubby Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11316563845661750468noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5755959218070299031.post-28381350021454949272011-10-18T12:45:00.003-04:002011-10-18T13:19:56.013-04:00Let's talk about some dolls.I *love* my hobby. Asian ball jointed dolls (ABJD) are so much fun to play with. You can customize them like crazy, from their wigs to their eyes and even their hands. In simple terms, they are pieces of resin (a certain kind of plastic) that are strung all together with elastic. Most of them are VERY posable.(Doll beongs to Uninsomnia)And some of them not so much due to how they are built. I Tubby Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11316563845661750468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5755959218070299031.post-56518183834312605362011-08-12T22:09:00.002-04:002011-08-12T22:34:22.962-04:00Haven't posted in a long, long while...That's the trouble with me. I start a blog, and then ususally ignore it. Problem is, even though I spend a lot of time online, I rarely make big comments. I generally like to read and watch things. I interact by being a bystander.
And when I really do wanna express myself, I'm unable to. Nowadays, much to my dismay, every single one of my fucking personal spaces online is linked to someone who ITubby Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11316563845661750468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5755959218070299031.post-49324018449295037242011-05-29T23:55:00.003-04:002011-05-30T00:25:41.685-04:00It gets really frustrating sometimes.I've been married now for almost ten months now. I've been insanely happy. We've had fights, we've had amazing sex, we've solved problems, and created new ones. The main thing is that we're in it together and loving each other every day. It's amazing to have someone to love and for them to understand/want some time away from each other.It's everyone else that's making it frustrating. Read: our Tubby Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11316563845661750468noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5755959218070299031.post-59120774661663316532011-02-20T01:41:00.003-05:002011-02-20T02:18:54.570-05:00I heart Jen Lancaster!To be a proper nerd, you must love to read. It doesn't matter if it's comics or manga or young adult novels or instruction manuals. I take three out of the four subjects, btw. Reading is always different between each person. With me, I like to think of it more as an experience. When I read a book, the book EATS ME. Literally. I can't concentrate on anything when reading. If someone calls my name,Tubby Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11316563845661750468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5755959218070299031.post-52177812690019403262011-01-12T15:06:00.006-05:002011-01-12T16:00:57.013-05:00This is why reviews are insanely important when choosing your honeymoon vaca...Argh, haven't updated this in a long time. Although I'm pretty sure no one really reads this, it's still very liberating to simply say what's on my mind and launch it out into the internet. Perhaps somewhere in the vast empitness of spam and porn, these words are read by at least one individual and understood. Even if that person doesn't comment (as I often don't comment 'cause of laziness), theyTubby Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11316563845661750468noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5755959218070299031.post-77256616258223546532010-11-05T17:28:00.004-04:002010-11-05T17:57:02.350-04:00Price check on reality, please.(The OP is aware that lame title is lame.)Perhaps if I had some nifty crafty side to me that I'd be willing to expose to the internet I'd have something with merit here.Alas, I don't. Mostly what I made are small top hats and Martha Stewart-esque decour for our home.Lately I've been dabbing into jewelry for my dolls. They're... pretty middle school looking. *laughs* But it's better than forking Tubby Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11316563845661750468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5755959218070299031.post-56830312278623085702010-09-23T11:14:00.003-04:002010-09-23T11:23:44.284-04:00Eeeeeeh, lazy... D:As I look across the kitchen, I see my calico/tabby mix. She's my inspiration~ Her name was Mama, but when I adopted her I didn't know that. My sister and I strove to find a right name for her. At the time, she was incredibly heavy. I mean, when the man I got her from pulled her out of this tiny container, I didn't even know how he fit her all in! My sister, ever loving, wanted to call her Fatso.Tubby Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11316563845661750468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5755959218070299031.post-757307333412781842010-09-02T10:38:00.006-04:002010-09-02T11:20:08.812-04:00I is now a wife!So I constantly get the question "What's married life like?". Now, if this were 1950, the question might have some weight (dur hur, see whut I did thar. Weight journal, weight? OH HO I'm clever.). We certainly wouldn't have lived together for two years before getting married. And we most definitely wouldn't be bangin' each other's brains out on an almost daily basis (Honeymoon phase? HAH!). We Tubby Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11316563845661750468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5755959218070299031.post-16117038760729644792010-07-21T12:31:00.005-04:002010-07-22T15:05:20.869-04:00So I have a few peculiarities... is that a word?HAH! It is! :D Didn't even know that.As with any warm-blooded person on this planet, I have a few things I'm peculiar about. The lesser ones aren't a big problem. Such as if I kiss my fiance's left cheek I have to kiss the right cheek. I have to stretch in a certain way or it'll drive me nuts.If I rub my hands with lotion I have to really get in between the fingers at least ten or more times in aTubby Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11316563845661750468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5755959218070299031.post-78261365659200335802010-07-14T22:41:00.003-04:002010-07-14T23:02:32.137-04:00I love my walking route~Thus far I've been pretty okay with walking every night. Why night? 'Cause there's no sunrays pounding down on me and making me feel ten times heavier than I am. Walking in the horrible heat of summer? Not so much fun for a tubby girl.Night time provides no sunlight, gentle breezes, and, most importantly, no traffic (of cars or humans). While being a social-kinda gal (I live for parties in our Tubby Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11316563845661750468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5755959218070299031.post-77273961713439718502010-07-06T00:03:00.007-04:002010-07-06T00:43:32.559-04:00Stop revolting! D:Throughout my life, I've been at war with my body. Sometimes I love it, sometimes I hate it. I'm finally at a stage where I love my body and the perks to it. I have five thus far;1) I have lots of squishy bits so when I fall or hit into something it protects the bones more. 2) Because of my big-ass ass, I get more room when in smaller places 'cause people think tubby girls have horrible Tubby Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11316563845661750468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5755959218070299031.post-77579672454945376572010-07-02T12:38:00.005-04:002010-07-06T00:50:43.406-04:00Ugh, for fuck's sake...Backspace key, I hate you. I had a nice, thoughful, kinda humorous (okay, yeah, not really) post ready to send out to the world, and you fuck it up.I shan't ever forgive you. Now if only I can quit you.Good thing backspace key can't interfere with my real life. Er, wait, maybe it should be able to. My mistakes are many. From time management to friendships, there ain't a thing in my life that I Tubby Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11316563845661750468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5755959218070299031.post-22761032756157780272010-06-30T23:04:00.003-04:002010-07-06T00:51:26.144-04:00C'mon, Tubby, here we go!I am a woman. I am healthy.I am (kinda) strong.I am a collector.I am in love.I am loved.I am sexy.I am happy.I am an artist.I am beautiful.I am fat. Chunky. Big-boned. Heavyset. Plump. Fleshy. "Obese". I say "obese" with quotes because I do not truly believe in that word. It's nothing more than a scare-tatic used by the diet industry to get fat women/men to give them money so that these people Tubby Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11316563845661750468noreply@blogger.com0