Fat girls have nothing, and fat girls are told they are worth nothing. Fat girls have Aunt Marge Dursley, and Dolores Jane Umbridge, and eating
disorders to beat and people to prove wrong by losing a lot of weight
and letting out Their True Self, aka the Thin Girl Within. The Thin Girl
Within is worthy; she is radiant and triumphant and beloved. She cannot
be all those things and also be fat; at least, not in the young adult
fiction I had at my perusal when I really, really needed someone to tell
me it was possible to be radiant, and triumphant, and fat. … I stood in the front of this airport bookstore and read the first chapter of Eleanor and Park, which is only a couple of pages long, and then figured I should
probably buy it before I read the entire thing. This makes me sound like
I was calm. I was not calm. I felt like someone was gently squeezing my
heart, the way you might squeeze the hand of somebody you’ve known and
loved for a long time. … Eleanor is fat. Eleanor is fat and dresses loudly and talks loudly and has loud opinions about everything. Eleanor is fat and smart and
terrified. And Eleanor ends up OK, and loved, and still looks like me.
She doesn’t change. She is entirely herself, and it’s enough. Eleanor is
the first fat YA girl I’ve ever read about who didn’t have to change
herself to have a happy ending. I met her when I was 23 years old.
A wonderful article by Kaye Toal at Buzzfeed, it hit me right in the feels.
As much as I love JK Rowling and as true as this quote “Is ‘fat’ really the worst thing a human being can be? Is 'fat’ worse than 'vindictive’, 'jealous’, 'shallow’, 'vain’, 'boring’ or 'cruel’? Not to me.” I feel that JK Rowling shouldn’t be saying something like this when almost all her fat characters like Vernon, Marge, Dudley, Umbridge, Crabble and Goyle are shallow, vain, cruel and evil.