This morning Joy and I got in a interesting conversation, I can't remember what exactly we were talking about, but she said I never ask if I think I am fat, I just say. So, I decided to remedy the situation, so I asked "Joy do you think I am fat?" To which she replied "Well, I don't think your skinny."

So, in Joy-speak, yes I am fat. At first, I was slightly annoyed, only slightly, which I thought as a great improvement over past times I have been told I was fat. And then I remembered that Joy, little, skinny, pageant-starved Joy, think's that SHE is fat!

And, I was actually for the first time, able to genuinelly not care what someone thought about the way I look, or how fat I am. Guys who like skinny chicks are screwed, I don't care if you think I am fat, because I am gneuinely happy at how I look. I have curves, I look like a woman. Last time I checked, that wasn't a crime. For crying out loud, I have the same measurements as Marilyn Monroe, sure she was chubby, but she was beautiful.

Anyway, I am happy to announce I don't care what people think. I think I am just fine.

And a word to those who are critqued by Joy, she is around anorexic barbies all the time, so her perspective gets a tad warped. But we love her anyway.

And, kudoes to her, she was published. Check it out at http://www.relevantmagazine.com