and I look like I’m pregnant.
Hello. My name is Tracy, and I live in a town called Hamilton, near Glasgow, in Scotland. I live on my own in a little third-floor flat near the town centre, and I love food.
And I’m Fat.
In fact, I’m so Fat that it actually deserves that capital F. Fat with a capital F sounds way worse than just plain old fat.
But at the same time, I don’t squeeze myself into the fat mould, the same as I don’t try to squeeze my big Fat ass into a pair of jeans that’re too small.
I’m not the Fat Girl Who Makes Jokes. I’m not the Fat Girl Who Sits In The Dark Corners At Parties.
In fact, I’m probably the Fat Girl who’s out there on the dance floor, shaking it like the world’s going to end. You know, when I go out. 😉 I’m not so much of an opposite cliché that I can’t hide indoors just as well as I want to, let me tell you.
And let me tell you something else: this isn’t just a weight-loss blog. It’s not just about Me Losing Weight, though, God knows, I really need to, but it’s also about the simple task of me trying to be Me.
I’ve been Fat for so long that I don’t know who I really am; other people have pushed me into their little conformist bubbles, so that I’m background noise to them. Wall-to-wall dull and boring, and I’m not!
I’m funny and I’m adorable and I have a deep and dirty love of celebrity gossip and LivingTV’s Most Haunted.
I’m a damn good graphic designer.
I’m 29 years old, I live on my own about 2 miles away from my parents, and my two best friends live in Norfolk, England and Florida, USA, and my boyfriend lives in North Carolina (damn the Atlantic Ocean! Damn long distances!). Ever since I was little, I’ve wanted to be Elizabeth Wakefield.
I’m not just a girl online who wants to be one of the skinny crowd; blog-name aside, I don’t want to just get slim; on the contrary, I want to be healthy.
And none of this comes cheap. None of this comes easy.
It’s not just the story of my life.
It’s my story about getting a life.