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“Sometimes, loving your body is not an option. Sometimes, the best we can do is accept our bodies as the changeable, beautiful, frustrating vessels they are. That’s OK. Expecting yourself to have a full-on love affair with your body at all times is asking too much. Bodies are occasionally annoying. What we can do is know them, and decide for ourselves when they feel good, and when they feel less good, and what we might do to make them feel better again. Even if we can’t love our bodies, we can make sure we don’t hate them.”—Lesley Kinzel for XOJane, (How Do I Stop Hating my Body?, pt 1)
After carefully reviewing Lesley's Huge Recaps from last summer...
…I have once again painstakingly compiled a list of her euphamisms for Shay, the physical trainer from Camp Victory.
Allow me to share!
- Jillian Michaels Analogue
- Jillian Michaels 2.0
- Jillian Michaels the Musical
- Replica Jillian Michaels
- Imitation Jillian Michaels
- The Jillian Michaels Off-Broadway Experience
- Jillian Michaels Reproduction Plate from the Franklin Mint
- Mystery Science Jillian Michaels Theater 3000
- Jillian Michaels Superstar
- Jillian Michaels Maschinenmensch
- Frankensteinian Jillian Michaels
- Limited Edition 12-inch Jillian Michaels Clone Trooper Figure
- Jillian Michaels Proxy
- Jillian Michaels: Deep Space Nine
- Jillian Michaels 2: Electric Boogaloo
- Jillian Michaels 2: The Road Warrior
- Jillian Michaels: Judgement Day
Lesley’s recaps can be found here, and if you haven’t seen the series yet, I reccommend reading the recaps as you go for the witty commentary and blog comments. :D
“If I am to value myself, and my intelligence, and my contributions to the world, I must also value the vessel that enables me to engage with that world, and that helps me to experience everything that makes me the person I am, no matter how anyone else may try to tear me down.”—Lesley Kinzel from Two Whole Cakes
“Ever notice how the women in Cosmopolitan magazine so often look like they’re a hair’s breath from an orgasm? This goes for the ads as well as the editorials. Have you ever wondered: hmm, isn’t it sort of weird that a women’s magazine that is itself sold to women and is simultaneously trying to sell things to women should be filled with other women staring out of the pages making the kinds of dull-witted sexyfaces you’d expect them to be making at men whose attentions they were seeking? Why are women being instructed to look at women who are ostensibly looking at invisible men? The magazine is showing you women via the male gaze. The magazine is also training you to see yourself via the male gaze, and to put more currency in how you look to the outside observer, or how you look in a mirror, as opposed to how you look at the world, as a person seeing. The message is that women don’t see; they are only seen. You want a man? You wear these clothes, stand in this posture, make this sexyface: these are the symbols of the straight female. In a heteronormative, male-driven world, this what it means to be beautiful, or at least sexually available.”
from madonna, lady gaga, and breaking the male gaze from two whole cakes (formerly fatshionista). emphasis mine.
I went to Lesley Kinzel’s reading of her book Two Whole Cakes at Bluestockings this evening. Events like this— radical gatherings of fatties, feminists, and the like— feel like cuddling after good sex. I lie naked and vulnerable, aware of how susceptible I am; and yet I feel protected, safe, and warm. I feel real.
I struggle for words to describe how I felt seeing so many fat people just hanging out. And not just any fat people: fat people who have cultivated a critical resistance to anti-fat bullshit; fat people who are smart and thoughtful and loving and fucking radical badasses. At the end of the reading and questions & answers, someone from Feminist Press announced that there were red velvet cupcakes for anyone who was interested. Lesley quickly added that we should feel free to grab TWO WHOLE CUPCAKES! And then, as if it were a scene plucked from the imagination of anti-fat trolls everywhere, there was a room full of fatties eating cake. I wish I could have seen the people walking by and looking into the windows. I wish I could have met their gaze as they try to figure out if this is the newest Weight Watchers meeting. I wish I could have given them my biggest fucking smile as I licked the cream cheese frosting with such joy and satisfaction as to make Marie Antoinette think twice.
After Lesley made her way to the back of the room, I caught her gaze and we hugged. No stiff introductions necessary. We acted like friends who’ve met before at a party through mutual friends, even though our contact has been limited to cyber space. I’m always flattered when people recognize and remember me from the nebulous internet. No matter how many tweets, emails, and comments, I am scared that I won’t be memorable. I worry that something that means so much to me is easily overlooked by someone who is obviously occupied with bigger and better things.
Lesley signed my copy of her book, and we chatted with other fatties about the usual shit fatties talk about— how we all hate Lane Bryant. They sell expensive, shapeless polyester frocks, but where else can we find bras or underwear? It’s a conversation I’ve had before and I’m sure I’ll have it again. And yet it’s still so satisfying to hear complete strangers talk about stocking up at yearly lingerie sale. The things that normally go unstated or never even addressed are prime topics for conversation. What is often laced with shame is laughed at both because it’s funny and because our laughter obliterates that shame.
As is our tradition, I got pudding with my friend Chanel after. (Yes, I had pudding after I ate two whole cupcakes. #obeselifestyle) We talked about fat and abortion and intersectionality. I rarely remember the details of the conversations I have with her, but I always remember feeling both energized and calmed, like a cup of coffee. Someone gets me; we challenge each other, but with care and compassion. We tell stories about the fucked up shit that happens in our lives and we get the outraged response we’ve swallowed for the sake of getting through our days. As she got into a cab, I yelled “Abortion! Fat!” Two words that deserve the light of day. Words that I say out loud, my voice giving them strength and dignity.
On the walk back to the subway, raindrops fell from the sky, spritely hitting my exposed face. I watched the drops fall to the ground, illuminated by car lights, and I felt calm. It’s not that I became complicit with the kyriarchy that quietly seeps into nearly every aspect of our culture, but rather it didn’t define me. For a few moments the world and all of its ill were quiet; for a few blocks I was able to just be.
“We are all participants, willing or no, in a culture that promotes and glorifies this kind of violence against ourselves, and which revels in that violence’s effects. Even the language we use in discussing our body fat is steeped in violence; our fat parts are to be burned, blasted, destroyed, dissolved, eliminated, eradicated, or otherwise abolished. Let’s think for a moment about the broader effects of regarding our bodies—even an aspect of our bodies—with such language and imagery. This thinking divorces us from ourselves, and from the wonderful mechanism which enables us to experience the world. It creates a divide where none should exist. It turns our bodies into enemies, or antagonists, or discrete objects to be controlled and restrained. It denies us healthful connections between the thoughts in our heads, our interactions with the world around us, and the physical form that enables us to connect and communicate. It does us harm.”—“Reprint: Why the world needs fat acceptance”, Lesley Kinzel. Two Whole Cakes
“This practice of shaming people into behaving a certain way or using certain language does not truly address the underlying inclination; it does not unpack the thinking that allowed that speaker to feel entitled to say those things in the first place. Fear can be an effective motivator, but it’s not often a productive one, if our goal is broad and lasting cultural change. It is fear and shame that locks the systems that marginalize us in place... Ideally, people should stop using certain language because they have developed an understanding of why that language is oppressive, and how their use of it contributes to inequality and marginalization, and not because they are afraid or ashamed of confusing social repercussions they do not understand. What we need is a commitment to giving people clear explanations—be they angry, or impassioned, or blunt—of why their words or behavior are problematic, or upsetting, or damaging. We need to resist relying on comfortable jargon to call people out, and to ditch the erroneous presumption that making someone feel stupid will encourage them to read more about a subject. It doesn’t work. Fear and shame don’t help people to understand how the language we use and the actions we undertake, even in our own small individual spheres, all conspire to create a social environment that oppresses us. Fear breeds resentment and, sometimes, hatred. These are not things we need more of. These are the things that put us here in the first place.”—Lesley Kinzel on calling people out on the language they use.
Follow Friday: Podcast Edition!
Hi all, Pearl here. Y’all may not have known this about me, but all I do all day at work is listen to podcasts. I literally listen to between 30-35 hours of podcasts every week. I was hunting for some new feminist podcasts and this morning I came across the Two Whole Cakes Fatcast, a show about body politics with two hosts, Lesley Kinzel and Marianne Kirby. Full disclosure: I am a size-privileged lady. And I LOVE this podcast - they cover a wide range of topics and are super fucking funny and relatable. You can download the Fatcast on iTunes or from the site I linked to above, which also includes descriptions of each podcast. I, for one, am spending next week working my way through the archives, starting with their discussions on exercise and gender.
Two Whole Cakes
Two Whole Cakes: how to stop dieting and learn to love your body by Lesley Kinzel
I don’t usually read memoirs, but I enjoy Kinzel’s blog (also titled Two Whole Cakes) and her occasionally-updated podcast, and the subject of fat acceptance is interesting and important to me. This book details Kinzel’s journey from a slightly-larger-than-average teen mired in diet culture to the wonderfully self-assured and outspoken advocate for fat acceptance that she is today. She also touches on current issues such as the so-called obesity epidemic, the First Lady’s Let’s Move campaign, fat fashion, and healthcare.
Kinzel packs a huge amount of history and information into such a short book. The informal prose makes it easy to read, although some of the ideas may be difficult for anyone not already involved in the FA movement to absorb or accept immediately. I could wish there were citations for quotations and facts, but it’s a memoir, not a scholarly work. Overall, it’s a great book and well worth reading.
Two Whole Cakes
does anyone know about this book Two Whole Cakes? I haven’t read it but i saw it and was thinking of giving it to my mom, because she has dieted my whole life and never been happy with her weight. but, she is also 70 years old and i don’t know if the advice in this book about body acceptance will resonate with her and her feelings about her 70 year old body.