Coming Out Party: Fat-Ass Edition

Wooo boy. I guess I should come right out and say it: I am fat. I am a fat! Or I am one of the fats that is fatting up the country. I take up a lot of room on the subway. I don't even try to hide my flab-slab of belly anymore.
I've gone over to the darkside:

Fat and not hating my body.
Fat and physically active.
Fat and sexual.

HOW CAN I DARE TO BUCK THE DIET INDUSTRY, THE FASHION INDUSTRY AND SNEERING ANONYMOUS JERKS??

Well, I realized none of those things matter. What matters is that I don't believe their sickening lies anymore. The Fatosphere really helped me get over the final hurdle (my fat legs carried me over, really) and feel great.

And I do feel great. Which is an amazing accomplishment in this hateful world.