bbwstruggles

[bbwstruggles]

Somehow your weight is the topic of every family gathering.

Let’s dive into a touchy topic: family gatherings and the inevitable weight commentary. If you’re plus-sized, chances are you’ve been there, stuck at the dinner table with a plate of food in front of you, only to have someone turn your body into the evening’s main course of conversation.

For me, it was my grandmother. Don’t get me wrong, I love her dearly but every time she saw my mom, she’d lead with, “I’m so worried about her weight.” I wasn’t even in the room, and yet my body was the uninvited guest at every family gathering. The worry was never about my grades, my interests, or my happiness just my waistline.

It wasn’t just Grandma, either. There’s always that one aunt who can’t help but give unsolicited advice. "You know, I’ve been doing this new cleanse. Maybe you should try it!" Or the cousin who’s suddenly a fitness guru and asks if you’ve ever considered intermittent fasting while they pile mashed potatoes onto their plate. Let’s not forget the concerned looks when you dare to go for seconds.

And the cherry on top? The subtle digs disguised as compliments. “You have such a pretty face…” Only my face is pretty? If only I fit into your version of acceptable?

It’s exhausting, isn’t it? The constant scrutiny, the well-meaning but hurtful remarks and the feeling that your worth is being measured in pounds and inches instead of who you are as a person. Family gatherings should be about connection and love, not an impromptu intervention about your weight.

If you’re reading this and nodding along, here’s a virtual hug from me to you. You’re not alone in this and it’s okay to set boundaries. The next time someone makes a comment about your body, feel free to shut it down with a smile and a simple, “Thanks for your concern, but I’m good.” Or, if you’re feeling spicy, hit them with, “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize we were discussing your health regimen today.”

Remember, you’re more than the size of your jeans. You’re a whole person with dreams, talents and a sense of humor sharp enough to carve that Thanksgiving turkey. Let’s save the weight talk for the scales and keep it out of the stuffing.

[bbwstruggles]

"One Size Fits All"...NOT

Let’s talk about the biggest lie in fashion: "One size fits all." Spoiler alert: it doesn’t. Not even close. And for those of us living life on the fluffier side, it’s a promise that feels more like a personal attack.

Picture this: it’s Halloween season, and you’ve decided to embrace the spirit with a fun costume. You spot a "One size fits all" witch outfit that looks stretchy enough to work. Feeling optimistic, you take it home, dreaming of looking magical and spooky but the moment you wriggle into it, you realize something’s wrong. Instead of a chic enchantress, you look like the Michelin Man in drag.

The fabric clings in all the wrong places, puffing out wherever it shouldn’t. The sleeves cut off circulation to your arms and the "flowing skirt" is now a tube dress that refuses to flow anywhere. As you catch your reflection, all you can think is, "Well, at least I’m scary… just not in the way I intended."

What’s worse is that "one size fits all" seems to haunt us everywhere, from leggings that resemble sausage casings to bracelets that mock your wrist size or belts that won’t even entertain the idea of looping around you. It’s like the fashion industry saw diversity and said, "Nah, we’ll pass."

The reality is this: bodies are unique. We come in different shapes, sizes, and glorious proportions. "One size fits all" is a lazy way of pretending inclusivity exists when it’s really just excluding everyone who doesn’t fit a very narrow standard.

So, here’s my take: let’s retire this lie once and for all. If you’re a brand making clothing, let’s see actual size options. Show us you care about all bodies, not just the ones that fit your mold and if you’re a shopper like me, remember this: "One size fits all" isn’t about you; it’s about a broken system that needs to change. You’re perfect as you are, Michelin Man costume or not.

[bbwstruggles]

The White Plastic Chair..

Let’s talk about every big beautiful woman’s nightmare: breaking a chair. Not just any chair, one of those flimsy plastic ones that were never designed to support anyone over 180 pounds, let alone a goddess like me. You know the ones, don’t lie.

So there I was, minding my business at a backyard BBQ. The sun was shining, the grill was sizzling, and someone handed me a plate loaded with everything good in life: ribs, corn, potato salad and sweet Hawaiian rolls. I scanned the seating situation. Spoiler alert: there were no options. Just a scattered collection of those white plastic chairs that scream "proceed with caution."

I tried to hover near the food table, hoping to stand and eat but no. Some overly friendly soul piped up, "Why are you standing? Grab a seat!" They even pulled one of those death-trap chairs toward me with a cheerful pat on the backrest. I didn’t have the heart to explain the physics of my situation, so I reluctantly sat down.

Famous last words.

I eased into it like I was defusing a bomb but no amount of gentle lowering could prepare me for the sudden CRACK! The chair didn’t just break; it exploded in slow motion. One leg shot out to the left, the rest collapsed like a house of cards, there I was, on the ground with my plate somehow intact but my dignity shattered.

Cue the awkward silence. People looked everywhere except at me, the sky, their drinks, even the grill, as if not making eye contact could erase the scene. My brain immediately went into overdrive, crafting an excuse.

“I heard it cracking when Johnny sat in this earlier! Must’ve been him. Yup, definitely Johnny.”

Johnny wasn’t even at the BBQ but no one dared to challenge me. They just nodded sympathetically, probably thinking, "Bless her heart." I scrambled to my feet as gracefully as I could and vowed never to trust another plastic chair again.

The moral of the story? Always scope out the seating situation before committing and if you can’t trust the options, maybe it’s time to bring your own throne because queens deserve better.

[bbwstruggles]

Welcome

Welcome to “Fluffy Frustrations: The Struggles of Being a Big Beautiful Woman”! If you’ve ever lived life with a little extra fluff or loved someone who does this blog is for you. We’re diving into the good, the bad and the outright ridiculous of navigating the world in a plus-sized body.

This isn’t a personal memoir but a collection of real-life moments and points that many big beautiful women can relate to. Each post will shine a light on a specific struggle, from the mystery of tiny restaurant booths to the heartbreak of being told to step off a theme park ride because the bar wouldn’t click into place.

I’m here to share these experiences not because I’ve got all the answers but because I want to start conversations, spread awareness and maybe even offer a little humor along the way. My husband, an average-sized man at 5’9” 175 lbs loves me unconditionally but he’ll never truly understand these frustrations. Half of society doesn’t either, which is why I created this space.

What can you expect here? Wholesome moments that make you smile, witty observations about daily life, and funny tales that we can all relate to but I’m not holding back, so be ready for some raunchy topics, real talk, and heartstring-pulling stories, too. Some posts may come with a trigger warning, but they’ll all come from a place of honesty and love.

This isn’t a pity party. It’s a celebration of resilience, humor and the fabulousness that comes with every curve. Each post will dive into a unique aspect of the plus-sized experience: the funny, the frustrating, and the deeply personal. Along the way, I hope to make you laugh, cry and maybe even see the world a little differently.

So, grab a comfy seat (the ones with sturdy arms, of course), and let’s dive into this journey together. Whether you’re here to relate, learn, or just enjoy the ride, welcome to the world of fluffy frustrations where the struggles are real but the stories are worth sharing.