My name is Yolanda.
Waiting to exhale.
Queer and sassy.
Daughter of the universe type.
Body + fat positive blogger.
Atlanta, for now.
I'm just here for the feelings.
justme (my face)
musings (written blog posts)
findinghappiness (written blog posts #2)
andy (girlfriend tag)
•Andy surprised me at the thrift store by getting off from work early.
•met up with this couple that was interested in buying my couch (I’ve officially sold my couch/chair).
•got pizza from Savage with Andy, got it to go so we could go to Inman park and have a ~picnic~.
Today was nice.
They told me they’d only recently been married. I asked if it was an arranged marriage or a “love marriage.” He answered: “a love marriage.” I asked where they met, and he said: “the telephone.” He then told me that he never actually saw her before the day of their wedding.
"So when did you fall in love?" I asked.
"The third phone call," he said.
Brittany Howard | Alabama Shakes
Literally the love of my life.
I may or may not have just ordered a shirt of that last graphic I reblogged that says “u wish I was ur pound cake”
***Flawless (Remix) | Beyoncé featuring Nicki Minaj
We escalate up in this bitch like elevators.
Of course, sometimes shit go down
when it’s a billion dollars on an elevator.
Never was much of a romantic
I could never take the intimacy
And I know I did damage
Cause the look in your eyes is killing me
I guess you’ve got another advantage
Cause you could blame me for everything
And I don’t know how I’ma manage
If one day you just up and leave
I really truly appreciate Andy when she does things that are really small in thought to her but huge to me.
Like when we went out for brunch on Saturday with her best friend Eden and Eden’s parents, the hostess showed us to our table and it was like this small picnic bench type setting and I was just going to make it work so I was taking off my bag to get ready to sit down when Andy kind of holds her arm out in front of me, walks over to this server and asks him if it’s okay to borrow a chair from another table and then grabs it, sets it up at the end of the bench near the fan for me, smiles and goes “you have the best seat in the house!” as she sits down on the bench close to me. And that’s fucking sweet, ya know? Because as a fat person, I’m constantly wondering when I’m going out to a restaurant, how comfortable is this booth gonna be? Should I get a table? I hope the chairs at the table aren’t small/have sides. Shit like that just goes through my head all the time and Andy is always ahead of me with pulling the table out some or if the booth is decent, offering me that side, just asking me if I’m comfortable.
And lately, my back has been fucking with me and she went to the grocery store last night to get stuff to make pasta for dinner and she comes back with Bayer for my back and as I’m reading the back of the Bayer box, she lifts my shirt up, confirms where my pain is and pulls out one of those heating pads that you wrap around you and starts to pull it around my waist. I just smiled at her and she goes back to sauteing the peppers.
It’s moments like that where I look at her with the most honest of eyes and an open heart and mentally say little prayers for this person who chose me. Who took me on. All of me.
"I don’t have any dreams. What’s the point? I’m poor. I don’t have any skills. I wash the utensils in the kitchen— that’s what I do. But I like the girls I work with. We make fun together. I tell jokes. They tell jokes. I’m happy— it’s in my nature."
(New Delhi, India)
babe town, USA.