I first heard of Summer after I stumbled onto her podcast Fearless Rebelle Radio and I immediately thought “Who IS this woman? A long lost badass cousin who loves swearing as much as I do!”.
Tracy invited me to her office on Alma and 10th in Vancouver and gave me the most delicious cup of tea I have ever tasted. I told her I had done a lot of stalking of her online and she responded by asking if I had found any naked pictures. “Of course, hundreds, you need more professional shots next time though”, I responded.
I am fat. I have fat on my body. I was fat as a child and am now fat as an adult. I am happy with being fat and don’t think the word fat is derogatory. It’s just something I have more of than some people and less of than others.
Being fat doesn't mean that I am less worthy than others, it doesn't mean that I am unloveable or that I am unhealthy. It doesn't mean that I am not sexy or capable. I am all those things, but the majority of my life I had the opposite reaction to what the word "fat" meant.
If you would have told the 12 year old Victoria that she would be fat when she was older she would’ve been so disappointed. I always had the idea that when I grew up I would learn how to become “good” and being good meant being slim.