I can’t remember the last time I didn’t consider myself fat. Long before turning 40, long before marrying and having two kids, long before my clothing sizes had left the single digits, I believed I was fat. In other words: I had a body image problem.

I look back at pictures of myself now and wish I could go back in time to tell my formerly skinny self, “Enjoy it while you can. And have some cake!” There is, after all, no way of knowing that enjoying my body and food back then would have led me to gain weight earlier. Maybe it would have prevented me from thinking of food as a reward.

A much, much longed-for reward.

I began this site to embrace my inner Chubby Mommy. Oh, sure, I want to lose weight — who doesn’t? But there’s more to life than the numbers on the scale. My inner Chubby Mommy is tired of being swaddled in “fat girl clothes” and sitting in a corner with her arms crossed to keep anyone from noticing her jiggly belly.

This blog isn’t about a “weight loss journey.” It’s about a woman making peace with a body that’s born two children, weathered four decades, kept her husband happy and is proud of all those facts.

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