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I'm Michelle. This is my blog. I write about women and fatness, expound upon semi-coherent thoughts I have in the middle of the night, and offer tough love to those in whom I am disappointed; they are legion.

Tag: We’re here we’re special snowflakes get used to it

I’m Chilly, Could You Hand Me That Asbestos Blanket?

From the “Things It’d Be Great to Stop Talking About But We Really Can’t” File

Feminism, Rape Culture, We're here we're special snowflakes get used to it

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Sometimes I take pictures of things. Once I wrote this food blog, and people seemed to like it.

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