Everyday I wake up and wear 300 pounds of body.  When you say it, 300 pounds sounds extremely visible.  300 pounds sounds like a thing that could not be ignored, or lost or avoided.  The thing is, when a woman is 300 pounds, she becomes invisible to the world around her.  At least everything other than the incorrectness of her body becomes invisible.  This project is meant to chronicle being visible as a 300 pound woman.  This is neither a story of transformation or acceptance.   This is a story of what is true about the experience of being a larger than what society allows.

I recently told a room full of women what I weigh.  People kind of freaked out.  They called me brave.  They were right, I am brave, but that seems weird.  I felt like it was equivalent to saying “I am white” or  ” I am female”.  It seemed obvious.  I am clearly and in-arguably a large woman. It doesn’t seem brave  to  speak the quantified description of my largeness.  That said, I think that in most cases you are more likely to get a woman to disclose any other piece of personal information rather than disclose her weight.  Most of us will hand over our social security number, our mother’s maiden name, deep dark secrets, a best friends phone number but not say the weight of our bodies.  The fear of judgement is too enormous.  My thought is simple.  It is just to keep saying what is real so we can decide how to move forward.

I am trying to be out as a large woman.  I want other large women to be out too.  If you have a story to share with me or something that you would like me to post, please share it here.  I want this to be a safe space so I am not allowing comments on the blog, but I do want to hear from readers.  Please send me your stories.  If you want, I will post them on this blog.