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.
First one must define what true happiness is. Is there a universal definition of true happiness? Is the concept of true happiness a perception or an ultimate truth? Can one person define true happiness for another person? Is true happiness obtainable by any of us fallible human entities?
I subscribe wholly to the theory that perception defines reality. The way I see it is the way it is for me in my own personal life. This would lend to the notion that what I see as happiness would be judged as fallacy in the eyes of select others and what I see as fallacy is another human’s ultimate truth.
I am happy. I am happy with my life. I am happy with who I am and what I stand for. Does that mean I always run around with rainbows flying out of my butt? Nope. I am human. I have good days and bad days just like everyone else. But I am happy. I am happy because of many things, but one giant reason is because I have learned to be. To exist in the present moment and accept what it is. I could fret and worry about why certain things in and on my body are as they are. I choose happiness.
If someone came to me today and handed me a pill that would make me the “ideal” weight, I wouldn’t take it. It would negate my human experience. As a member of society, it may be tempting, but I would decline the invitation. My life, my experiences, and my body have ushered me into the person I am today. What lessons would I forfeit in the pursuit of a more acceptable body frame? If it comes to me by my actions, then so let it be.