Brunch

Since no one had the caring or practical sense to heed this warning to my younger self I'll explain what happens when you decide, "Yea, it's totally a good idea for a size 22 to walk into a Hollister." Think of it this way, you mine as well walk through TSA and announce that you have a gun on you. At least they have the courtesy of tackling you and removing you from the premises permanently.

Hi, my name is Magdalene but my friends call me Lenny. If you haven't guessed it by the rather in your face intro, I'm a fat girl. A plush momma, a thicc baddie, fabulous fatty with nothing but cellulite and a fat fupa to match. As much as I try to convince myself that I am worth the world sometimes the world can be rather cruel and go figure I obviously struggle with that. Think of this as my diary of big girl antics and plus size advice in navigating the treacherous world that is dating in your twenties. It has it's ups and downs, but who knows it's 2022 and 22 just so happens to be my size in jeans. Coincidence, I don't think so.