It amazes me just how powerful and empowered I feel when i’m rockin’ the fatkini.
And since I haven’t gotten a decent photo of it yet, I drew it instead.
Which is almost better. ‘Cause then I feel all awesome for creating something. Like how parents must feel after a baby they created is born…only with less disappointment… (at least in my father’s case.)
*self-critque time: yeah, notice the outline of the legs and the millions of lines I drew for the arms? I’m terribly indecisive…