In one of the poems I wrote for Fat Poets Speak 2: Living and Loving Fatly, I wrote about my mom, who was plump and absolutely gorgeous. She still is gorgeous now, at 85, but is rather thin, for many reasons.
I really like the idea of redefining beauty and talking about and writing about fat beauty. It is one of the ways in which we "fat" poetry. But it is also one of the ways in which we "fat" beauty. The section on "Beauty" in Fat Poets Speak 2 is as long as the section on "Love." I like the fact that fat beauty is defined not only in terms of what people look like, but what they offer, what they give, what they bring to the world in terms of love and caring and pleasure.