I believe that fat people are more than just the fat they carry. They are more than the stereotyped image of the fat person who is lazy and eats all day. They have lives and families. Yet they seem to be open targets for public shame and humiliation. It seems that so many people are all too willing to poke fun at someone who is fat because of some preconceived notion that all fat people choose to be that way. Just because fat is so obvious. It cannot be hidden. It can't be tucked away within ourselves or stuffed in a box and stored under the bed. It can never be a secret.
I'm pro-fat acceptance because I am pro-human rights. Fat people have a right to feel comfortable in their own skin. They have a right to leave their houses without shame or fear of being mocked. Other people do not have to like it, but they certainly do not have a right to make someone feel less than human because of it.
and they’re always getting this messages from people who always say things like, “I love curvy people, but…” and go on to accuse blog owners of ‘glorifying obesity’ and then gripe about how there’s an ‘epidemic’ of fatness in the USA and it is ALL THIS BLOG OWNER’S FAULT.
When in the real world, where the rest of us live, fat people are stared at, written off, pushed out of stores by high prices or clothes that straight up won’t fit, laughed at, only cast in anything as the butt of a joke, called names, told to wear more clothes because ‘NOBODY WANTS TO SEE THAT’, and generally treated as less-than-human, all for the HORRENDOUS CRIME of a higher body fat percentage.
I’ve never been fat, and I know there’s more to it than the aggressions I just listed, though I haven’t experienced it. I’m not here to speak for fat people.
However, I will say that fat bodies are beautiful too, and are more than the butt of a fucking joke. Telling people who are fat that’s it’s okay to love their bodies and themselves, when everything else in the world says, ‘NO THEY CAN’T’ isn’t glorifying obesity, you self-righteous asshats. It’s every human being’s right, at every size and shape.
You know what the fuck there’s an epidemic of? Self-hatred and body hatred. This attitude, that our size and how far we can run and how many salads we fucking eat is somehow virtuous, as if it says anything about a person’s character other than that they have discipline, I guess, is ri-goddamn-diculous.
Stop fucking worrying about other people and their bodies, and start worrying about your character. Everybody has a right to love their body. Everybody has a right to love themselves. Get the fuck off your high horse before a knee injury or a thyroid problem or SOMETHING, ANYTHING, drags you off of it.