The Inner Workings of a Chibi.

So in case you missed it (though it’s been on my blog all day) I got some pretty racist/fat bashing remarks about my Princess Peach cosplay, ranging from calling me a whale, to Precious, to using the frying pan to fry chicken, and all sorts of things.  It’s been blowing up quite a bit since a bunch of you are apparently amazing individuals who I want to snuggle, because you’ve been reblogging and commenting and all sorts of things.

So in honor of this I made fried chicken, you know, since that’s all us fat black gals eat.

Here’s all sorts of links:  

The post with the fried chicken comment and other un-creative cracks at me.

My actual heartfelt response to provide encouragement to people who are afraid of this happening to them.

I would post everyone’s responses but there have seriously been an overwhelming amount, so thank you all  :)

Edit:  Added some cosplay pictures so you can see the costume and such  :)

Edit Number Two:  My Cosplay Page, I can’t believe I forgot to link it!

brattyfatty:

TW; FAT SHAMING


The media isn’t corrupt you say?

The media doesn’t fat shame you say?

There’s no patriarchy you say?

I don’t need feminism you say?

One thing I absolutely hated seeing growing up were the weight loss ads of, “Oh noes I can’t do anything because I’m so fat I’m going to sit here and watch my kids run around, not comb my hair, and not change my clothes,” then suddenly with the power of magical weight loss pills you can get a makeover, new dress, and push your kids on the fucking tire swing.