[h=2]Miranda Cheesman, a stand-up comic, has created a club night in London expressly for plus-size women. Rebecca Holman goes along to Club Indulge to find out why and what's the deal.[/h] Miranda set the night up in April because she was sick of the treatment she got in normal clubs and bars. âAll my friends are bigger too â when we go out, guys just point and stare,â she explains. She actually used to be 10 stone bigger than she is now, and a size 32. It was only when she started meeting other women through fat acceptance and plus-size fashion blogs that she started to gain enough confidence to actually want to lose weight. âI met all these amazing bigger women who run blogs, are stylists and fashion designers. These women who told me I could look good, be fat, be inspirational and aspirational.â please log in to view this image [h=3]Why do bigger women really need this club night?[/h] I meet Miranda again a few weeks after the club night, and we start talking again about the fat acceptance movement in the US, and how it feels quite political in a way that hasnât really happened here. âI think itâs going to be a long time before throwing an egg at someone in the street, or employing bullying tactics in the work place because theyâre fat is seen as a hate crime,â she says. âHas that ever happened to you?â I ask. âYes, Iâve had eggs thrown at me, people shouting fatty out of the window, people staring at me on the tube.â Iâm horrified by this â someone once shouted âsh*t t-shirtâ at me out of a white van and I started hyperventilating at the bus stop. If there was a chance I was going to get pelted with eggs, or pointed at, or basically told that I was a rubbish human being every time I went out, Iâd never leave the house again. Also, Miranda is absolutely lovely; the thought of someone throwing eggs at her is just awful.
Unlike most on here i'm noty an adonis or a dabbiel craig look alike so yes i would guve all of them a good seeing to if they were stupid enough to say yes.
I broke-up with a girl because she was getting massively over-weight. "Your just fattist" she sobbed. "No", I said, "You're fattest".
