fat and happy

that is me.

and before anyone launches in with a "you're not fat" tirade - let me explain. i am fat like a baby. i am warm and soft and pinchable. i have a tendency to lose weight at times when i am unhappy - regardless of what i eat. its like my body just refuses nourishment. but now my cells have chosen to line themselves with goosedown blankets of fat, comprised of rosemary potato chips and fried plantains and hunks of cheese. of port wine and pizza and long meals with people i love.

i could survive long winters.