Fat is an identity. It can trump pretty, or smart. Fat is an attention hog. I grew up fat, in the way of chubby little legs and asthma. Never out of gluttony or need, but more out of a lineage of female survival, complete with childbearing hips.
“Pig in a Wig†is not meant to make a stand. It has nothing to do with soap boxes or pleas, or fights for acceptance. Instead, it’s an ode to the body, for better or worse, I have grown into. Ever changing my body and I will forever be. Here is a pig, and here are her wigs. Frosting, Lemondrop, Sugar, Taffy, Tangerine. These wigs can't help you see anything beyond what I am. A wonderful pig in a wonderful wig.