"Would you eat the moon if it was made of ribs?"...yes, and does it come with a choice of potato?

M speaking. Again.

I can honestly remember the first time I saw junk food. I was little, 5 or 6, perhaps. I was grocery shopping with my mom and I was turning the corner with my tiny shopping cart. At the end of the aisle, with the fluorescent lighting shining down on the staggering sight of none other than a Doritos, Fritos, Cheetos and Funyuns tower. It was my mecca, my own personal heaven. I booked it down the aisle, skirting past the displays of mac'n'cheese, applesauce, whole grains...you know, the "good stuff".

I ripped a plastic bag off the roll and began stuffing it with the snack-sized bags. I felt like Santa on Christmas Eve. I put in my cart and rolled up next to my mom. She looked down at me, rolled her eyes and continued shopping.

My life changed that day.

My body, as it seems to me right now, can only run on the cheese powder from Cheetos, the salty goodness of Fritos and the fake onion flavor of Funyuns. But that's not all.

My arteries are full of gravy, my spit tastes like mayo and when I cry, hydrogenated oil streams down my cheeks.

I am a walking, talking junk food ad.

Americans like fat books and thin women

The first post by A:

Well being a bigger woman doesn't give you the self confidence that a thinner woman has. But you have to remember that you are who you are and you can't change yourself overnight, don't be so worried about changing yourself.

YOU HAVE TO LEARN TO ACCEPT THE WAY YOU ARE!!!

I never imagined I would have a boyfriend, let alone be comfortable enough with him. The thing is men don't look at the little things we put ourselves down for. My boyfriend and I dated for over two years and I thought that I would never be comfortable enough to let him see me in a swimsuit.

I rememeber swimming at a man-made lake in our town and I was dreading the moment where i would need to take off my cover-up and get into the lake before he saw all of me and my curvy self. He took off his shirt and ran right in and I realized that he was going to watch me go in. I asked him to turn around or close his eyes. He didn't push it, so he did what I asked, but when I got in. He turned me toward him and looked in my eyes and told me I have nothing to be self-conscience about because I should be proud and feel beautiful the way that I am. I was still hesitant but I knew that he wasn't ashamed of me.

The point of my blabbering is that you shouldn't worry about trying to fix your self image. Work on the inside!

BE CONFIDENT AND PROUD OF WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE LADIES!!!!!!!!

M's 1st Post: "A fat stomach sticks out too far. It prevents you from looking down and seeing what is going on around you."

My basement seems to be the place where brilliant ideas brew, percolate and are consumed.

It started off as a friend of mine talking about how amazing of a cook his aunt was. I felt "offended" by the stereotypical undertone of his story and I replied with that everything I had learned in a Women's Studies class I took in high school was going downt the drain. Suddenly, we were on the topic of being fat.

TA-DA! Our blog was born!

Now, we understand that body image is a touchy subject. (Believe you me, we know it good and well.) A lot of you may be offended by what we talk about, the way we feel about the world's view on...fluffy folks like ourselves. Some, as we hope, will see that they aren't alone in this battle to make "Big" the norm in a society obsessed with being a size 4 and starving themselves to fit into a pair of designer jeans.

So please enjoy our future rants about shopping malls, horrific incidents in gym class, fried food dunked in ranch dressing and being all-around fat in a world of skinny people.

If I had this, I could die happy.