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Wow, so many people have viewed my blog today, and hello to my new followers J

Just wanted to talk a little about a very important event coming up in a couple weeks- the fabulous Fattylympics!

Fattylympics is something I came across via Twitter, so I’m going to do the same: Fattylympics

I think it’s such an amazing cause and I can’t wait to get there and meet everyone. People like “us” need a platform, even if it’s just for a day, to feel like we can have a voice that is heard. We have the media telling us what we should look like, what ethnicity we should be, what size we should be to be deemed desirable, what clothes we should wear……’s insanely frustrating!

On their blog page, they have a wonderful interview that anyone can fill out, and I really had a good think about my answers before submitting. It’s important to portray what you really feel about something you believe in, and I didn’t want to let myself down and not say everything that needed to be said.

Everyone needs to know about this event and I feel very happy to be a small part of it- here is the link: Fattylympian-Isha

I would really encourage you to take part in this- even if you’re not going, you still have a platform to express what you feel without being judged, and that is exactly what Fattylympics is all about.

‘Til next time folks.



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