love your body?
October 16, 2003 03:35 PM

Yesterday was Love Your Body Day. While I posted something on WHB, I didn't actually do anything about it.

Slacker.

But something Kim said about weddings awhile ago ought to be taken as a life lesson for everyone: have pretty pony princess day every day. [Editor's Note: What she said was actually not that at all, but it was a reasonable facsimile.] Which should be interpreted to mean that whatever you think is good enough to embrace for a day ought to be embraceable for 365.

So I'm working on the other days.

Tish is composing a list of things an average-sized person can expect that a fat person can't. You should read it. I'm not average-sized, but I'm not that far off, you know? And there are privileges I enjoy even as someone who is obviously fat but who can still fit (literally) in.

Like.

I don't have to worry when travelling (by car, bus, plane, whatever) that I will be stopped from doing so by the size constraints of my mode of transit.

The same clothing other people wear is, more often than not, available for me, even if it is inexplicably more expensive.

I am not assumed by others to be unhealthy - mentally or physically - based on my appearance.

I can expect people to flirt with me. And those people aren't thought perverse or fetishists.

I'm not expected to defend my size, or to speak for fat people in general or the fat revolution in specific.

Wherever I go, I can be assured that, if I sit down, I will not have to worry about fitting in my seat.

My partner and I can go out together without being laughed or stared at. Well, at least we can be sure they're staring at our shoes or our indiscreet conversation and not my ass.

People won't always even recognize me as fat, which they take to mean lazy, unstylish, and prone to overeating.

I'm sure there are more. And I owe all of this to the fat and feminist revolutions. Because ten years ago, being as fat as I am would have meant none of these things would be possible, I wouldn't be just above average, I'd be obese. While BMI standards might still call me obese, I'm privileged to be able to blend into the "average sized" world sometimes (even if I can't shop there), because these movements have been pushing the message that average is a lot bigger than what we see in the media.

There's still more road. Even the average-sized still believe themselves fat (meaning unhealthy, lazy, bad), and there are so many ways the treatment of even the slightly fat continues to be appalling and horrid.

But even the fact of Love Your Body Day is an improvement. It's better. It's getting better.

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Thanks April.
It is getting better.

these are the thoughts of Tish on October 16, 2003 03:40 PM

A few weeks ago some jerk wrote an editorial to the college newspaper about how fat girls shouldn't wear skirts. I was hoping that piece had irony and sarcasm I was missing, but that's not the sense I got from it. The Women's Center gave an official response to the guy, as did several other people. I wish I knew who the writer was because I'd confront him in person, with my hairy legs, which would probably abhor him as much.

these are the thoughts of Kerri on October 16, 2003 11:31 PM
















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