tw fat shaming

I remember when I was in 3rd grade, there was a picture like this in our book. Our teacher taught us about eating disorders that day. I remember that, later, a boy from my class came at me pointing at the picture and said “You think you look like the skinny girl, but you look like the fat girl”. I knew I was fat. He convinced me I was even fatter than I thought I was. Rarely passed a week in primary school without someone telling me I was fat.

In middle/high school, people around me were super concerned about me developing an eating disorder. Since I was fat, that was the only kind of mental illness I could have, right? I was diagnosed earlier this year (after a suicide attempt), at age 21, with anxiety and depression, which no one saw coming because they thought that, once I passed adolescence without an eating disorder, I would be perfectly fine.

My godmother has cancer. It’s not going well. Maybe the treatment would have been more effective if she had gone to the doctor earlier about her swelling arm. You know why she didn’t go until a friend of hers who is a nurse took weeks to convince her? Because she thought her doctor would say “That’s because you’re fat.”, which is the diagnose that she had been given for every ailment since she got heavier. Which my mum’s doctor tells her every time. “That’s because you’re fat”, without a second glance, a second check, even if the symptoms could be an indication of something more dangerous.

Fatphobia is fucking dangerous. In the case of my godmother, it may end in her death. Fatphobia fucking kills. Body positivity is not “promoting obesity”, is promoting humane care  and respect for fat people.

So, to all people complaining about how Meghan Trainor’s video is not body positive for all kinds of bodies, here’s a butt made of straws

so you can SUCK MY ASS

Uh, calling someone fatphobic is rude. We just wanted to make our friend feel better by telling her that her ex gained a bunch of weight. You shouldn’t be saying we’re body-shaming, fatphobes that’s fucking rude of you.
—  Senior Counseling Major
A summary of my reading on the "obesity epidemic"
  • McGinnis and Foege's 1993 Study:300 thousand deaths per year are partially correlated with some dietary factors and particularly sedentary activity patterns.
  • Media:OBESITY KILLS 300,000 PEOPLE EVERY YEAR!
  • McGinnis and Foege:No, no that's not what we said. We have no way of knowing how much any one factor contributed.
  • Media:OBESITY IS A DEADLY DISEASE!!!
  • McGinnis and Foege:Literally said nothing about weight.
  • Media:BEING FAT IS A SERIOUS HEALTH RISK AND WILL KILL YOU!
  • McGinnis and Foege:We said nothing about body fat either.
  • Media:
  • McGinnis and Foege:Nothing.
  • Media:
  • McGinnis and Foege:Nada.
  • Media:
  • Media:STUDY SAYS OBESITY EPIDEMIC KILLS 300K A YEAR!!!!
two days ago

Someone yelled “FAT ASS” out a car window at me and I yelled back “THANKS I KNOW”
Which is a huge win for me because a year ago that would have wrecked my day
But the REALLY cool thing is
I completely forgot about it afterwards and I only remembered it when I read something today about fat shaming
Whereas a year ago I would’ve spent days obsessing about it silently in my head

So yay me.

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We really need to stop making the wrong ppl famous, like this bitch says she stands for ‘girl power’ and then she totally misinterprets feminism publicly in a way that will turn younger girls off looking into this things and fighting for equal rights, not only that she uses fat shaming as a defensive mechanism and inforces the idea that girls NEED to shave, while in reality, it’s up to you, let’s be honest, who is it affecting? On top of their fat shaming, slurs, anti feminism agenda their music also sounds like it should be on the happy feet soundtrack. Bye

When I was about ten years old, I was watching Jeopardy! as three new contestants were introduced. One was a VERY large woman - even bigger than the women in my family. The announcer introduced her as “a surgeon from Albany, New York,” and I was dumbstruck for a moment. How could a big, fat woman be a surgeon? I knew women could be surgeons and astronauts and lawyers, but FAT women? Who would let a fat woman into medical school? Who would have a fat woman as a doctor? I would have accepted a one-armed thin woman more readily.

That moment stuck with me, as you can see, for the rest of my life. But it stuck with me as an anomaly, a curiosity. I continued to put limits on my potential just because of my weight. I didn’t try to go to law school, even when my test scores and my teachers indicated that I could, because fat girls don’t become lawyers.

When Gene Hackman’s character cried over big, fat Shelly Winters’ dead body in _The Poseidon Adventure_, I found it hard to get too sad over her death. She was just a fat woman. A nice woman, sure, but not exactly much of a loss to anyone. How could she be? And by extension, how could I be particularly important, even if I died? Who cares what happens to a fat chick, unless it’s for a cheap laugh?

Maybe if I’d seen more than one successful or positive fat-lady role model, things might have worked out differently in my head and in my life. Maybe if fat girls and fat women had ever been portrayed as anything but housekeepers, grandmothers, fishwives, witches, yo-yo dieters, food addicts, comic-relief best friends, etc., things might have been different for me.

Things might have been different for quite a few of us.

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Dear original artist of the beautiful fat Wonder Woman,
Herbalife salesperson Calvin Lee Williamson has stolen your artwork, removed your signature, and defaced it with fat shaming rhetoric. I’ve been working hard to try to tell him that stealing artwork and defacing it is not okay, but despite our long-standing friendship I’m apparently just a fat body to be ignored until it nips and tucks itself into an acceptable size.
I refuse to defend my oppressors even if they are my friends. I really am trying to bring this to your attention so you can defend your artwork. It is wrong for them to steal and bastardize your artwork.
And let this be a message to my thin friends: if you shit on fat people, you shit on me. There is no exception. Do not tell me it isn’t personal because it is. I am fat and healthy and strong, I lift grown ass men out of wheelchairs for my job so you can’t tell me I’m not strong. But I used to be fragile on the inside. Ten years ago shit like this would have me trying to starve myself and crying and cutting in the bathroom when I gave my body the nourishment it needs. It is personal because I won’t stand for future generations to go through that pain that I felt.

Can someone please explain to me how people merely posting pictures of their outfits and telling others that they shouldn't be ashamed for the way that they look is at all *promoting unhealthy body image*.

is it negatively impacting you for people to tell you that you shouldn’t be ashamed of yourself for the way you look?  is it such a terrible thing to believe that all human beings should be able to wear whatever they like and that one body should not be valued more than another based on how it looks?  to tell people that they DESERVE to be comfortable in their own bodies?  that people are worthy of everything anyone else is regardless of if they are what society considers acceptable. please tell me the negative impact of feeling better about yourself, of liking yourself.  

cause I can tell you the impact that constantly hearing that you’re not good enough has on a person.  how defeated and destroyed you feel by being made to believe that unless you fit an unrealistic standard of beauty that you are not accepted, that you are not okay.  how you start to view your body as the enemy and destroy it in order to get it to look how you’ve been taught it should.  how instead of realizing all of these wonderful things it can and does do for you,  you focus on the fleshy bits that the media says depletes your value with every extra ounce.  for some women it’s their skin color or their natural hair or even body hair. how you feel like no one could possibly ever love you or desire you.  that your body is your failure.  a source of shame, of doubt.  you start to believe that the abuse and ridicule you face is your fault.  for not taking up less space, for not fitting into the confines you’ve been taught.  it’s the harsh reality that some girls would rather die than be fat.  you believe all of this utter bullshit because you are brought up to believe that unless you fall under certain categories of physicality and presentation that you are doing something wrong.  

when it’s really the lack of representation, the lack of visibility, the lack of intersectionality. this is not about health.  it’s about letting people know it’s okay to fall from those confines and that they are doing nothing wrong by doing that.  it’s about everyone deserving to feel good about themselves regardless of how they look, their class, their health, their sexual orientation or gender or anything else we’re wrongly taught is questionable.  it’s about letting other’s know that their worth is not dependent on how desirable others find you, but that there will be people who desire and love you if that’s what you’re looking for.  it’s about trying to give people a safe space in a world where they are constantly made to feel like they don’t belong.  it’s about being offered a comforting reach of the hand when you feel like you’re pushed in a corner and the world is laughing and pointing at you.  

stop trying to take that away from people.  some of us need it more than you’ll ever know.