size bigotry

anonymous asked:

it is a choice to be fat, 99% of the time. there are some people with disabilities, sure. but also, unless it is because of a disability passed down genetically, being fat is NOT genetic. i'm the only person in my family who is not obese. i used to be obese but you see, i did a little thing called calorie counting and lost weight until i was a healthy weight. like, even if you have a disability where you can't exercise, you can lose weight by eating healthy.

And here’s a thread that proves everything you just said wrong.

*yawns*

-Bella

Me: I’m short, fat, and proud of that!

Random Person: Don’t call yourself fat; you’re beautiful!

Me: I know that I’m beautiful, and I am grateful to be. But I also know that I’m fat, because I can see myself in the mirror, feel my body being squeezed in uncomfortably tight spaces, and read the number on the scale and the size of my jeans. Acknowledging that I’m fat doesn’t mean that I think that I’m ugly or that I have low self-esteem, and it certainly doesn’t mean that I’m looking for reassurance. I’m fat. It’s just a fact. And I am proud to be fat, because my body is beautiful. Calling myself fat isn’t an insult because fat isn’t a bad word.

Random Person:


-Mod Bella

anonymous asked:

Whenever someone tells me 'you'll be healthier if you lose weight' it makes me want to scream. I've had depression and anxiety for around 5 years of my life, I'm not sure I'll ever be 'healthy'. The best thing for my mental health is positivity. Positivity about my physical, emotional and mental behaviour, and positivity about my appearance. I don't care about being 'healthy', right now I'll settle for happy. And if I'm fat for the rest of my life and happy then that's perfectly fine with me!

This honestly sounds like something I could have written. Yes, this is exactly it.

To quote @fandomsandfeminism :

Better happy than skinny.

Better healthy than skinny.

Better loved than skinny.

Better loving than skinny.

“Skinny” is not and should not be a priority. It is just a characteristic.

(”Healthy” in this case meaning “don’t use unhealthy/unsafe dieting techniques to get skinny).

And this is also why this whole “Fat people need to lose weight to be healthy and until they are they don’t deserve love or positivity” thing is so ableist. People who are chronically ill, mentally ill, or physically/mentally disabled aren’t healthy but still deserve love, respect, acceptance, and positivity. Health doesn’t determine whether or not someone matters. As stated on another post:

I am not the first to say this, but it does not matter if someone is fat and healthy or fat and unhealthy. Health status is really irrelevant to the conversation. As one blogger said, “Linking someone’s health to their moral goodness or worth is inherently ableist. If someone is fat and unhealthy they are still a human being worthy of love and respect. If someone is fat and disabled they are still a human being worthy of love and respect. If someone is fat and eats nothing but “junk food” and never exercises THEY ARE STILL A HUMAN BEING WORTHY OF LOVE AND RESPECT.

So it literally does not matter whether fat people are healthy or not. They still deserve fat acceptance and basic human rights.

-Mod Bella

floresychocolate  asked:

I self diagnosed myself with Lupus, Crohns and thyriod issues. For 15 years I was told its all in your head and your fat go home loose weight. I did the research and the leg work till I finally found a doctor who would listen. They did all the tests and sure enough I came back positive for all three. Sure she still has morbid obesity as my chief complaint but she still treats me like I'm human to my face and listened to me. So people who are against self diagnosing clearly aren't fat.

(In reference to this post)

This is so spot on that I can’t even add anything. Bravo.

-Mod Bella

anonymous asked:

Sometimes, I wish people, who are judging health by the appearance, and fat people, eat together, everyday, and see their meal are not different to other people. Like this, they would see weight is not the result of too much unhealthy food, but mostly genetics.

I’ve been in a lot of situations where I’m eating with thin people and they are eating not only more food than I am, but also unhealthier food than I am. 

They still mocked me for what I ate. They still insisted I was eating too much. They still made comments about how unhealthy my meal was.

Your idea is a nice one, but believe me, it doesn’t work. It’s something about which we can only dream, sadly.

-Mod Bella

Fatphobia for Christmas

Let me tell you all about my holiday season.

My dad is my polar opposite. We have almost nothing in common beyond the fact we both love Batman, and even then, our opinions differ and a lot of things. The Batman movies I like are the ones he hates and vice versa, the characters I love are the ones he hates and vice versa… We don’t agree on anything related to Batman

Politically, he is about as far right as I am to the left. We have different tastes in food; his favorite meals taste disgusting to me and my favorites are disgusting to him. The activities we enjoy are different; he would die before he would choose to read a book or play a video game, and I couldn’t live without reading and gaming. We like different music, different types of movies, different everything. 

The differences between us stretch for miles. We basically have nothing in common… except the fact that we are both short and fat.

Now, my dad and I aren’t totally fat for the same reasons. While both of us have medical issues preventing us from being anything but fat, he has a much healthier lifestyle than I do. He’s living proof that fat people can eat right, exercise, be strong, be fast, be athletic, and be everything a thin person can be. 

So you’d think he of all people would be the last to attribute fatness to laziness, right?

Well, until this holiday season, he never once mentioned weight. It wasn’t something he discussed (to be honest, he doesn’t discuss anything beyond Harleys and hunting). So I was surprised when this holiday, he wouldn’t stop talking about it.

It started while we were at the mall (he lives in a village with a population of 600; the mall is maybe 80 miles away or more from his town) on the day after I arrived at his house. He needed something to do, so he decided to take me window shopping. I told him I need a new winter coat, and we decided to look for one. In my heart, I knew we wouldn’t find one in my size there, but who cares? It was just a way to pass the time.

We looked at a few, but they were all too thin. I live in a state where the snow falls heavy and it falls constantly, and temperatures are often below zero in winter. A thin coat wouldn’t do the trick. Others were too short, and all were too tight. Plus, many were god awful ugly. 

I wasn’t really discouraged; I expected this. But my dad was getting anxious, and when he gets anxious, he gets mean. He wanted me to just grab a random coat and call it good enough so we could hurry up and be done with it. He told me I was being too picky (by wanting a coat that’s warm and that fits?) and that I needed to just grab something. 

I thought that was the end of his little rant, but no. He had to tag on one last comment in the harshest tone he could muster: “At your size, you’ll never find what you want anyway. There’s a reason designers don’t make coats for people like you.” 

Excuse me, Dad? What the hell do you mean “people like me?”

This was just the beginning. At one point in our shopping, we went to Torrid, a plus size store. I had never been to one and I was excited; it was brand new to the mall down there and I was thrilled to check it out. Dad didn’t want to go and kept making rude comments about the clothing in the store and how big they were. 

This kind of thing kept happening until at one point where he took Mom and I to get our eyes examined. We both need new glasses and couldn’t afford them, so Dad “offered” to help (in other words, Mom begged him). When we left the eye center (again, this was in a city miles and miles away from where Dad actually lives), Mom suggested we go to Kohl’s just to pass some time. 

As we drove up to Kohl’s, we saw two new plus sized stores had opened up nearby. Mom and I were both excited because that’s a lot of plus sized stores in one city. Mom said Dad would have to take me there sometime. 

So Dad started making comments about how he wouldn’t dare go to one of “those places” where “those people” shop. 

He and Mom then got in a huge fight right there in the car, with Dad making comments about how us fatties are so ugly and gross and bla bla bla, and finally I cut in and said, “Dad, you are not at the size where you can be saying these things without being a total hypocrite.” Because, remember, my dad is also fat.

So Dad turned to me and said, “I can do whatever the hell I want to do. Besides, I’m not a woman like you. I don’t have to be thin.” 

Now, as I’m sure you remember me saying before, I’m qenderqueer. Not a woman. And my parents both knew this.

So Mom got fed up and stormed out of the car. I followed her because I couldn’t take another second. Dad caught up to us, and then pointed at two women coming out of Kohl’s who were just about to walk past us. “Now there’s some fat women for ya,” he said in disgust. His tone of voice implied quotes around the word “women,” as if they weren’t really women because they were fat.

Mom slapped him and he glared at her. I wanted to cry, not because I was sad but because I was so angry.

Apparently Mom and he got in a huge fight about this later when I wasn’t around. She told him to never make comments like this around me again, or else.

Merry fucking Christmas to me, right?

So, that’s my fatphobia holiday story. 

Anyone else need to vent or cry about any fatphobia you experienced over the holiday season? It’s okay if you need to let out any strong emotions you might be feeling. It can be a really rough season for fat people. So please, feel free to share your story. Our inbox is always open to you.

-Mod Bella

this-world-is-a-dangerous-place  asked:

I'm scared of diets. When I was younger, in 6th grade. I was put on a really strict diet. I lost 30 pounds in less then a month. My mom would give me a small plate for dinner and breakfast. School lunch was always small too. 1/?

I ended up having gal stones in my gallbladder. Which was super weird for someone my age. Hell, someone who is 20, my age now, would surprise doctors for having it that young. And gal stones are super painful. 2/?

the doctors said that they would bring an adult man to his knees *Not sure why they said a man as if he could take more pain then a woman but whatever* And I was in 6th grade, feeling all this pain. And the doctors said it was because ¾

I had lost weight way to fast that it wasn’t heathy. Just caused the stones. Being a bigger person and being told to go on a diet to lose weight sucks when I’m scared of diets. I wish people understood this and stop trying to forcing diets. 4/4

Okay wow. So first of all, thank you for sharing all of this with us. I am glad people trust us with their stories.

I agree. The sad truth is, it’s not healthy, safe, or necessary for all fat people to diet. And I wish people would stop pushing diet culture on random fat people online because they think fat people aren’t attractive. (They say it’s because we aren’t healthy, but we all know that’s a lie; otherwise they’d hate unhealthy thin people too).

I wish people would consider this before they tell fat people that they need to diet or lose weight, and before they say thinks like “Body positivity should only allow people who do something positive for their body!” The truth is, some people are doing something positive for their body by choosing not to diet.

Diets are often unhealthy and unsafe. This is the truth. 

Repeated dieting and “lifestyle changes” have been shown to have negative health outcomes.   

See:

Effective Obesity Treatments: Diets are Not the Answer

To Diet Or Not Diet: Science Weighs In

Dieting Increases Your Risk of Gaining MORE Weight

Why Diets Don’t Work

Diets Don’t Work: The Weight of the Evidence

Moreover, you are right to be scared of diets after what you went through. I would be afraid too if I was you. 

Thanks again for sharing all this. Come to us any time you want to vent or chat!

With love, Mod Bella

drinking-tea-at-midnight  asked:

Thankfully this year I haven't had any fat clothes related problems, but that's become I haven't gone home for christmas yet. Other years though, hoo-boy. For several years when asked what size I was for clothes, i'd give some several sizes too small to avoid an argument and then donate the clothes afterward. otherwise, there'd be a huge fight. It always seemed like my weight was a failure to her and that was at least part of why she was so mad about it.

My mom tried to shelter me from the fact that I’m fat. She would avoid letting me near the junior’s section when I was a kid so I wouldn’t notice the clothes were smaller than me and wouldn’t be hurt when something I liked didn’t fit. She made up stories to explain why I was bigger so it wouldn’t sound like I was just fat and lazy. She’d cut the size off clothing tags and would do everything she could to prevent me from learning my weight. She told doctors, family members, everyone she could never to mention my size or theirs around me. She told me eventually that it was to protect me, but I feel like she was just ashamed of me. Sure, some of it wasn’t bad; I’m glad she stood up to doctors, for example. But my size isn’t something from which I need protection and I shouldn’t have to be told that it’s shameful to be big, even indirectly.

You know, I’ve had many bad experiences with people buying me clothes, and not just for Christmas.

For example, I had a boyfriend once who gave me a t-shirt from my favorite video game series, Kingdom Hearts. The problem was, he bought it as a medium. 

I told him I was hurt, and he couldn’t understand why. I had to explain that it hurt knowing I had this cool shirt that meant a lot to me, but couldn’t do anything with it because it was too small. 

He said, “I thought you’d be offended if I got it any bigger.”

So I pointed out that I’m big. “Hell, I’m fat, and I know it. You could have gotten it a size or two too big, and I wouldn’t have cared. At least then I could wear it and be comfortable in it. I know I’m big, so buying me big clothes doesn’t offend me. Giving me something I can’t use and knowing that I couldn’t use it does.” 

He didn’t understand; instead; he got angry and it started a big fight. Part of it was he was mad that I called myself fat, but it was also partially because I had “insulted his honor” by not being happier about the shirt.

I swear, thin people will never understand what it feels like to go through this. 

-Mod Bella

cordless-one  asked:

I'm glad to have learned the simple truth that fat/thin/healthy/unhealthy are separate variables, completely independent of one another. So liberating! What's frustrating is that I am fat and physically disabled. Depression too. I wear leg braces because of a foot/ankle deformity I was born with that's worsened over time. I always need either a cane/walker/wheelchair. Frustrating when people suggest my disability would vanish if only I lost weight. Or they assume the weight IS the disability.

I’ve noticed that this seems to be a common trend amongst fat people who need wheelchairs. It is assumed they can’t walk because they are too fat, get tired easily, and are just being lazy. It’s disgusting. The crossover between ableism and fatphobia is huge. 

I am really sorry you have to go through that. That isn’t even remotely fair to you. 

Don’t worry; we are here for you.

-Mod Bella

anonymous asked:

How do you think HAES and medical fat shaming apply to deathfats?

This was a really hard question for me to answer, and I think @bigfatscience may have a better answer for you. 

Here is a brief summary of possible ideas:

HEAS: Not all deathfats become that way from bad eating habits and laziness, unlike the common myth. Deathfats can be athletic. Being a deathfat doesn’t guarantee one will have heart disease or other issues associated with being fat. 

Medical Fat Shaming: … god, do we have the time to list all the ways that medical fat shaming harms and endangers deathfats? I mean, between ignoring serious medical issues and attributing them to one’s size when the cause is actually something else, deathfats face a lot of Hell for seeing a doctor!

Doctors are definitely some of the worst fat shamers. Need proof? Try this:

http://fatphobiabusters.tumblr.com/post/149587434308/not-all-fat-people-are-sick-indeed-the-fact-that

http://fatphobiabusters.tumblr.com/post/148712635973/normalizefatbodies-what-most-people-think-fat

http://fatphobiabusters.tumblr.com/post/148114956113/ledarosignal-i-love-how-doctors-tell-fat

http://thisisthinprivilege.org/post/150370444556/youre-the-first-doctor-to-actually-touch-me-in-17

http://thisisthinprivilege.org/post/150361300220/what-its-like-going-to-the-doctor-as-a-fat

http://thisisthinprivilege.org/post/150053726815/nhs-to-save-on-costs-by-refusing-surgery-on

http://thisisthinprivilege.org/post/149947591506/decision-to-deny-surgery-to-obese-patients-is-like

http://thisisthinprivilege.org/post/148803526958/thin-privilege-is-not-feeling-the-need-to-dress

http://bigfatscience.tumblr.com/post/151129621045/in-tv-a-doctor-said-overweight-is-an-indicator-for

http://bigfatscience.tumblr.com/post/150777153280/afatblackfairy-bigfatscience-well-i-my

http://bigfatscience.tumblr.com/post/150759861505/i-saw-the-anon-who-asked-about-weight-vs-cancer

http://bigfatscience.tumblr.com/post/150328622515/i-know-this-isnt-quite-your-field-but-i-had-to

http://bigfatscience.tumblr.com/post/150127957000/im-fat-and-i-have-a-restrictive-eating-disorder

http://www.ravishly.com/2016/06/09/take-cake-medical-fatphobia-almost-killed-my-friend

http://curvygirlinc.com/fat-phobia-from-medical/

https://theangryfangirl.com/2016/08/10/day92-an-example-of-medical-fatphobia/

http://www.prevention.com/health/medical-fat-shaming

http://everydayfeminism.com/2015/09/medical-fat-shaming-danger/

http://www.xojane.com/issues/medical-mistakes-fat-shaming-doctors

http://www.revelist.com/wellness/people-who-were-fat-shamed/4239

http://www.teenvogue.com/story/fat-shaming-doctors

http://www.amednews.com/article/20130902/profession/130909988/4/


-Mod Bella

Simply Seeing Fat People Will Make You Fat, Too

Ladies and gentlemen [and non-binaries], avert your eyes. According to a ‘study’ published in the Journal Of Consumer Research:

University of Colorado researchers offered candy to people who had been shown one of three pictures - a fat person, a normal-weight person, or a lamp. The researchers found that those who had seen the picture of the fat person took more candy than those who had seen either of the other photos.

In a similar study involving cookies, the same researchers found that people ate twice as many cookies after seeing a picture of an overweight person. And a 2007 Harvard study found that having obese friends tends to make people fat, NPR reported.

Unfortunately, I was unable to find any information in this article on whether or not staring at lamps will cause your body to morph into a lamp, but I’m pretty sure it’s safe to say it does.

Oh, and just in case you didn’t catch the part about how you probably shouldn’t be friends with overweight people because they will ‘make you’ fat, let the researchers explain:

“Seeing someone overweight leads to a temporary decrease in a person’s own felt commitment to his or her health goal,” the researchers said in a written statement released by the journal.

Thankfully, CBS News was balanced enough to include at least one person who did not agree with these findings:

“That’s one of the most ridiculous things I’ve ever heard,” Peggy Howell, of the National Association for the Acceptance of Fat People, told CBS News. “If we look at anorexic people, do we eat less?”

Yes, yes, but what about the dangers of staring at lamps?!? The people have a right to know!!!

theguardian.com
Opera reviewers: forget the body shaming and focus on the singing

Katie Lowe: How sad that the merits of Tara Erraught’s performance in Der Rosenkavalier have been overshadowed by comments about her physique

This obsession in our culture with the exact dimensions of any woman’s body that’s seen in public has got to stop.  It is NOT acceptable for a world class opera singer to turn in a vocally fantastic performance and then repeatedly get reviewed (internationally) for her body being the wrong shape or size INSTEAD of  for her actual performance.  Just like it is not acceptable for some stranger to comment about the size or shape of my body when I’m walking down the street minding my own business.

A little clarification

I’ve been told more then a few times that I’m so lucky to “have confidence” or to “be so brave” or “so strong” – and I’ve read more then a few posts and articles lately that say similar things about other people who have said or written things about body positivity or living without shame in a large body.

Here’s a little news flash: it’s not luck folks.

It’s seriously hard work.

Lots and lots and lots of gut wrenching, mirror facing, reprogramming, research and soul searching, hard work. Years of it behind me now, and ongoing daily work that continues and likely will continue, for the rest of my life. Despite what anyone might think, I did not wake up one morning and simply pull some thread out of my memory that held all the negative programming and all the ability to recognize the constant barrage of messages about how only one body type was a good body type and just step out without any of it affecting me for the rest of my life.

Slowly, over time,I realized that I didn’t WANT to feel like I needed to look differently in order to feel worthwhile.  That I didn’t WANT to wait to do things that interested me until I lost 5, 10 or 20 pounds - and then it took more time for me to realize that those desires were not unreasonable or shameful.  …and then I began the slow and painful process of actively looking for ways and reasons to leave those thoughts behind and other ways to think.  I started reading lots and lots of medical and research material for myself (slowly and carefully and sometimes with a dictionary at hand) -and not just reading the article about the research that appeared in that glossy magazine. 

It’s an ongoing struggle to leave disordered eating habits in my past, to not think about food or my own body as “the enemy”, to not punish or reward with food, to not compare or contrast what I see in the mirror with what I see on a billboard, or even what my husband says he sees when he looks at me.

It’s a minute by minute, daily battle against all the big loud voices that exist in every day life that want to tell me that I’m wrong -that ‘common belief’ or 'everyone knows’ is more worthwhile then my carefully thought through understanding and personal experiences.  It’s a regular struggle to rise above the angry venting that accuses me of subjugating others for simply wanting to be valued just the way I am, for wanting to know that I’m beautiful, and that my worth has nothing to do with being beautiful.  It’s living through regular bouts of being told “how dare you” and that I’m “not working hard enough” -even on a day when I’m already emotionally exhausted.

- and it’s working really hard to catch those negative thought patterns when they start, to remember that I know the truth even in the midst of messages from advertisers and government officials that say my body must be obliterated, that we’re fighting a war against me - even in the midst of an everyday world that lacks positive images of people who look anything like me - even as I drown in subliminal messages that say if you’re a woman and you don’t fit into a size 0-8 pair of jeans, you are worth less then a woman who does.

and, it’s picking myself back up and getting back on track with all of that on a day when I fail, on a day when the little girl inside me is stung by the arrows of a society that doesn’t even want to acknowledge that she matters.

So don’t tell me I’m lucky.  Don’t discount my work, or the odds I struggle against every minute of every day.  Please stop complaining about “having to see another all sizes positive message” because I needed to write it or post it or share it after driving down the highway and seeing a dozen billboards that tried to tell me I wasn’t shaped appropriately, or trying to find a formal gown to try on in a brick and mortar store, or overhearing the two women “whispering” about the fat cow standing in line in front of them with all those vegetables in her shopping cart that “she probably doesn’t even eat”.

Please forgive the terrible office bathroom selfie - but I wanted to demonstrate clearly exactly how long the skirt I’m wearing today is.  And here is why:

On my way to work this morning I decided to treat myself to a purchased cup of coffee - so I stopped at one of the convenience stores along my route.  After making my cup of coffee, I went and stood in a fairly long line to pay - while I’m standing there, minding my own business, holding my single cup of coffee and slowly moving toward the register, a tall slender blond woman in a well tailored pant suit paused on her way past me and leaned toward me to say in a marginally hushed tone “Don’t you think that skirt is a bit too short?”

*blink* *blink*  “Too short for what?” I replied, genuinely confused.

She flutters her free hand vaguely up and down in my direction and says “Too short for someone like you to be wearing.”

I’m fairly certain at this point I made a very confused and slightly shocked face, however I also managed to reply “Nope” - and at that point the line moved forward and she moved on to get into line far behind me, alleviating me from the burden of having to have any further exposure to her.

I will admit to being vaguely curious about what exactly she was referring to.  Someone my age? Someone my height? Someone of my skin color? Someone my weight?  I’m wearing the skirt with plain black 1" wedge peep-toe shoes, my ass is not in any danger of hanging out of the back of the skirt - frankly the outfit is fairly conservative. I suspect she felt that someone with my body size/shape should be more completely covered up, but no matter what the reason was that she felt the skirt was inappropriate for me, or how “kind” she felt her motives were, her policing of how I present myself is entirely inappropriate.

Yup, these things really happen.

Cover up or don't cover up?

Over this summer and the recent holiday weekend I’ve observed some personal choices about clothing that make me proud, and some that make me sad.  While I fully recognize that it’s just that - personal choice, and that when I’m an outside witness I don’t necessarily have all the information that went into the choice, some times what it seems to be about can have impact.

I’ve seen other plus size ladies out and about rocking a bikini at the pool or beach - and it never fails to make me smile.  Whether they have made a conscious decision to uncover and go against the ‘societal norm’ of covering up a larger body or whether they just chose a swim suit that made them happy, or something somewhere in between, it’s still an awesome thing.

I’ve seen slender women in belly dance costumes that included belly covers.  In one case I happen to know why she does it, there’s a large scar she’s self-conscious about because she finds it distracting, but in other cases you can’t help but wonder if these women think they are “too fat” to bare their bellies.  Are these beautiful women, who are very talented dancers, making choices about their performance presence based on a myth about bodies needing to be some exact way?  That thought makes me sad.

I’ve seen larger women dancing right along side more slender women all wearing midriff baring belly dance costumes without any sort of belly cover, and arm baring costumes without layering a shrug or net sleeves into their costume choices.  It’s a joy to watch them simply enjoy dancing as part of a troupe, wearing the same costume as their sisters in dance, just in a different size.

I’ve seen both large and small women suffering in the summer heat wearing more clothing then would be ideal.  Keeping cardigans or jackets on to cover larger upper arms, wearing long shirts and long pants to cover waists and hips that aren’t perfectly flat and toned.  Basically suffering in order to hide the parts of their bodies that they believe don’t deserve to be seen because they don’t meet some randomly adopted standard of “perfection” that our society crams down our throat at every opportunity.  I’m sure some of the women I’ve seen dressed like this are protecting a sunburn, honestly forgot to pack a change of clothing or have some other completely innocent reason to be dressed as I witnessed, but others are hiding their bodies out of some internal sense of shame or unworthiness.  That makes me very sad.

So how did you spend your summer?  Dressing in cute, fun, weather and situation-ally appropriate clothing that fit your body and made you happy to think about wearing?  Or did you cover up and hide, suffer in the heat because someone else might think you should?  Because someone else had defined beauty or perfection in a way that doesn’t include the way you see your body?

Me personally?  I wore my bikini and that was totally the right choice for me.

Watch on worldbym.tumblr.com

While the “story line” in the Lane Bryant commercial is certainly different then that in the Victoria’s secret commercials - I don’t see any difference in the way the models in lingerie are presented.  Both have beautiful women moving around wearing lacy bras and panties that cover all the appropriate bits.  So, I’m left wondering what exactly about the Lane Bryant commercial is the actual reason the TV networks refused to air it during ‘family hours’… while they have no issue airing the Victoria’s secret commercials.  Is there a fear that they will get “bad press” for showing bodies that don’t meet a commonly accepted criteria for beauty?  If so, that’s quite foolish on their part - since a rather high percentage of their female viewers would actually be able to wear the items shown in the Lane Bryant commercial and can’t buy anything other than perfume in a Victoria’s Secret store.

In today's episode, a single phrase causes our author to go on a rant

Some days I probably shouldn’t read anything I find on the internet.  Today might be one of those days. 

In reading yet another article about how it’s a good idea to shame, bash and emotionally abuse individuals who’s height to weight ratio doesn’t meet some randomly selected nonsense number, I’ve found myself inordinately furious over how apparently easy people find it to believe that someone can “eat anything they want and never gain an ounce” yet, how impossible those same people will find it to believe that someone can make intelligent food choices and live an active lifestyle and still be fat. Newsflash! If the human metabolism can swing to the extreme at one end it certainly can swing to the extreme at the other end, and probably just as often.

And while I’m ranting about this, why is the individual who’s eating what ever they want and sitting on the sofa without the needle on the scale moving considered ‘normal’ while the individual who chooses reasonable portions of nutritionally dense foods and swims and hikes but has large round proportions considered to be part of an epidemic, to have a disease?  -you can’t have it both ways folks.  …and you know what, in either case it’s not OK to shame that person…. whether they are fat or skinny, have a metabolism that falls at either end of the spectrum or somewhere in between, it’s NOT OK TO GO OUT OF YOUR WAY TO MAKE THEM FEEL BADLY ABOUT THEMSELVES.  That includes writing opinion filled articles that have no actual scientific basis who’s sole objective is to tell others that “it’s really OK to be mean to fat people, because you’re doing it for their own good.”

I call bullshit.  I’m an intelligent grown up, and I can tell you exactly what’s good for me - you over there with the unsolicited opinion about my body shape, yeah you, how about you worry less about what I may or may not be putting in my mouth, and give half a thought to what’s coming out of yours?  Better yet, just keep your mouth shut.

Why do some people react like curvy bodies are something new?  I realize that various body shapes have been vogue at different times in human history…  but I keep getting this thought along the lines of “Why can’t we all just get along?” … Why do some folks who are more slender feel like they need to tell curvy women how to change their shape to be more like them?  Why do some curvy women need to bash slender ones for not being curvier?

My body is beautiful.

So is yours.

Even if you don’t believe me.