THIS gal! (I'm pointing at myself, with my thumbs. I know you can't see me doing it, but you'll just have to take my word for it.)
We took this pic at the Labyrinth ball in LA a couple of weekends ago. It's hardly the best picture of me ever taken, but it means a lot to me because through hard work and dedication I've managed to not look absolutely hideous.
I've always been ambivalent about my looks, sometimes I think I'm cute in an odd way and sometimes I think I just look odd... But last year I put on some weight, and when I saw how I looked in the Labyrinth pictures last summer I wanted to die. I mean, to say I looked like ass is an insult to ass. I wasn't sure if it was the weight I'd put on or if I was just getting old or what the heck was going on, but drag is just too much work to bother with if you're gonna look as super-assy as I looked.
So over the last year I've lost a couple dozen pounds, and while I'm still not down to my ideal weight I do feel like I'm looking better.
As I've said before, I have no problem with fat chicks. I love fat chicks. I'd kill to be a fat chick. But fat just sits wrong on my bones, it goes to all the wrong places and really butches me up. So I end up in this weird place where I'm lusting after porky girls while I'm starving myself. It's not good.
Dig my renaissance faire outfit? I know it looks super-dorky, but you try putting together a big fancy ballgown on a Party City budget.