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I wanted to re-post here the comment I left on this blog, which was one of many responses to a Marie Claire (which might be a magazine or something?) fat-hating blogger, who thinks that fat people ought get out & exercise & get thin, while at the same time shielding her tender eyes from their wobbling rolls o' fat.
You wanna know how to make 5 lbs of fat attractive?
Add a nipple.
"If you could shame people skinny, we would all fit into sample sizes. All the shaming has done is make people feel alienated and degraded, even the skinny ones. Promoting a single idea of what is aesthetically pleasing has damaged people at every point on the weight spectrum."
This is a fantastic statement, & I agree wholeheartedly with your eloquent observation.
I'm in the same boat as Rose. 5 years of anorexia, as well as 3 years of recovery, has led me to realize exactly how little my actual weight & appearance impacts my happiness, or even my sense of self. When people degrade & deride "fatties", it hurts, because I KNOW the speakers are talking about me when they have no idea. I feel like a secret chubby spy, finding out firsthand what people really think & doing my best to inform, infect & inspire them to be, well, not utter assholes.
What continues to enrage & sadden me the most is how lucky I've come to feel to have been anorexic, as opposed to having the far less recognized (& respected) Binge Eating Disorder. People with BED still have EDs, but because they're not scrawny, covered in white fur, & going bald, they get none of the concern & compassion that anorexics & bulimics get from complete strangers.
Now, at 22, 6 years after a spinal cord injury & 3 years after the damaged nerves began malfunctioning, sending garbled signals my brain can only read as relentless agony, I know what it's like to use food for comfort. When I'm out of opiate analgesics, I reach for sugar, & it's changing my body in ways I'm literally helpless (paralysis, yo) to stop. How can I exercise with wasted muscles & constant pain?
I’m still not overweight. But it’s been impossible, for a long time, for me to blindly judge a fat stranger for daring to leave the house. It’s the shamers who ought to be shamed, & ashamed, & possibly forced to eat their way out of a cake prison.
You wanna know how to make 5 lbs of fat attractive?
Add a nipple.
"If you could shame people skinny, we would all fit into sample sizes. All the shaming has done is make people feel alienated and degraded, even the skinny ones. Promoting a single idea of what is aesthetically pleasing has damaged people at every point on the weight spectrum."
This is a fantastic statement, & I agree wholeheartedly with your eloquent observation.
I'm in the same boat as Rose. 5 years of anorexia, as well as 3 years of recovery, has led me to realize exactly how little my actual weight & appearance impacts my happiness, or even my sense of self. When people degrade & deride "fatties", it hurts, because I KNOW the speakers are talking about me when they have no idea. I feel like a secret chubby spy, finding out firsthand what people really think & doing my best to inform, infect & inspire them to be, well, not utter assholes.
What continues to enrage & sadden me the most is how lucky I've come to feel to have been anorexic, as opposed to having the far less recognized (& respected) Binge Eating Disorder. People with BED still have EDs, but because they're not scrawny, covered in white fur, & going bald, they get none of the concern & compassion that anorexics & bulimics get from complete strangers.
Now, at 22, 6 years after a spinal cord injury & 3 years after the damaged nerves began malfunctioning, sending garbled signals my brain can only read as relentless agony, I know what it's like to use food for comfort. When I'm out of opiate analgesics, I reach for sugar, & it's changing my body in ways I'm literally helpless (paralysis, yo) to stop. How can I exercise with wasted muscles & constant pain?
I’m still not overweight. But it’s been impossible, for a long time, for me to blindly judge a fat stranger for daring to leave the house. It’s the shamers who ought to be shamed, & ashamed, & possibly forced to eat their way out of a cake prison.