“Good morning, fatties!” I hear as I enter the second-floor veranda of a glassy hotel in downtown Seattle. A large woman in a green tulle skirt and tank top is waving me into the ballroom behind her. “The opening ceremony is about to start,” she says, “if you would like to join us.” A number of other heavy women are floating near a registration table set up outside the double doors of the main event, collecting their swag bags and eyeing the products on offer in the vendor booths: Chub Rub, the Plus Bus, bubblegum-pink T-shirts with “Fattie” printed in the Barbie film font.
Read Full Article »
