Why I Love Fat Girls

By Ikenga Chronicles July 7, 2018

Why I Love Fat Girls

–Arun Eden-Lewis

It’s true, I love fat girls.

That’s right, I said it. I’m a chubby chaser, a jelly jockey, a booty bandit, a bona fide, certifiable cellulite surfer.

But before we get into the whys and wherefores, let’s talk about the elephant in the room.

The word fat is not offensive unless it is used in an offensive context, any more than the word black is offensive unless it is used in an offensive context.

So, if your pastime is recreational outrage, if you’re an easily triggered social justice warrior, or a plain-clothed officer of the Politically Correct Police Department, please take a breath, and swipe left.

Pains (Flash Fiction)

I developed a healthy dislike of political correctness in the late 1980s when I was told by the Caucasian Consciousness Committee (that apparently decides these things) I should be gravely offended by a nursery rhyme about black sheep, irreconcilably insulted by black chalkboards, and outraged by black bin bags. I wasn’t.

Suffocating in this PC climate, like so many others, the white, middle-aged, middle-class mother of an old girlfriend of mine was hiding in the kitchen one evening, afraid to come out. Why? Because she had bought a Black Forest Gateau for dessert and was terrified of offending me. Can we please grow up!

Things have not gotten any better since the 1980s—if anything, Political Correctness has grown ever more sinister, and stupid. It has become no more than an oafish, Orwellian, bullying Big Brother.

Let’s call a spade a spade (pun intended). Curvy, voluptuous, thick, chubby, plump, big-boned, buxom, BBW, and plus-sized have all become acceptable euphemisms in our super sensitive PC world, meanwhile the word fat elicits embarrassment and gasps of shock if it is spoken in public, especially in the company of fat people. As a society, we are all hiding in the kitchen. Can we please grow up?

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