Chubafata

So you're asking yourself.. what is chubafata? Let's start out by making sure everyone is saying it correctly.. Chub-a-fa-ta.
Chub-uh-fuh-tah.

So back to the original question, what is chubafata? It's my word for fat. My husband has banned certain words so I wont be so negative about myself. Fat and chub are just 2 of those words. So I decided to make up a new word that he can't band.

Let me get back on track to what i wanted to blog. It is no secret that I am a very big girl. I'm like a mcdonald's menu. small, medium, large or supersize? Supersize is me. I have had problems with my weight my whole life. I've grown up being picked on and made fun of and embarassed to the point of tears. Most people in this world don't know what it's like to be large. I know you are probably sitting there thinking to yourself "why doesnt she just diet and exercise" Well I can't tell you how many times I've tried... I get so frustrated with how I am, that I just fail. I have got to be the only person I know that can sit and eat a piece of birthday cake and watch the biggest loser.

Again, i've gotten off track... My cousin, Marie, and I went out on Sunday to some local stores. Marie is also a large girl, so you can imagine the looks we get when people see us coming. It's sad to be honest. I get so tired of people staring at me like im a freak in a circus or like i've done something wrong by being in public. I can usually block out the stares and snickers. But Sunday, I had enough. Marie actually had to ask one kid to stop following us around the store and staring at us. Things didn't get better at the next store either. One kid called us scary and made sure his friends and even his father looked and laughed. The father said, "yea i know lets go." Let's go? like they coudln't even be in the same section of the store as to chubafata girls? And what makes me even more angry about being out on sunday.. we were dressed up! We were in nice, expensive (that doesnt matter) clothing, with our hair styled and make up on and we were still getting made fun of. I know the sterotype of chubafata people is that we are sloppy and smell and dont give a crap about what we look like.. well if that's the case, around the corner stood a fairly large woman in old, torn, ass eating sweatpants, a t-shirt that was too short and showed her belly and greasy hair.. and she got no comments or glares at all! It just makes me so angry that parents don't teach their children that people look different in life and that we are all different sizes. And not one of the parents made their child appologize for embarassing us.

I know when it's time for me to have children that i have every intention to raise them knowing that god made us all different, and if i ever hear of or catch my child being rude to someone becuase of their looks... then you betcha they will be marching right up to them and appologizing.