The life of subjugation is that life were I believe that I am bad for being fat. I am expected to constantly be trying to lose weight at all costs. I am expected to be the good fatty and wear dark colors while I sit in the corner and try to hide. I should never stand up, never stand out, and always apologize for people having to look at me.
A life of resistance simply means living. If I choose to wear anything that stands out – bright colors, fun prints, anything with style or panache – I am pegged as a rebel. If I choose to have a career in the spotlight, I obviously do not know my place. If I have a good time in public, I’m shoving my fat in people’s faces. If I choose to stand out in any way, I am glorifying obesity.
As a fat person, I only have two choices: to die quietly in the shadows or to buck the system. This is an “absence of choices.” This is a lack of options. This is oppression.
—Lonie McMichael, from the upcoming book, The Unloved child: collateral damage in the war on obesity. (via loniemc)
#1. Never be seen eating in public.
#2. If you must eat, make sure it is uber-healthy yet tasteless. Never eat anything that is fattening, sweet, or tasty in any way.
#3. Exercise daily to the point of vomiting. This cannot be fun exercise like dancing or skating (who wants to see that!). It…
What the fuck is wrong with you? This post is terrible
You do get sarcasm, right?
What does water have to do with weight stigma?
Experts reviewed *all* of the existing data on stomach amputation and stomach squeezing surgeries for the world’s leading medical journal. They admit the data only tracks people for two years post-op and even that data is incomplete. (The people they lose track of may well have had the worst complications.) They also point out that the most serious damage can develop up to 10 years later. Stuff like diseases of malnutrition, addictions, and suicide. I wouldn’t wish these operations on any human being. Fat people’s lives are valuable. We should not be treated like guinea pigs by weight-bigoted surgeons. #UnsafeForAnyStomach #StomachAppreciationSaturday
These charming stomachs, who help sell Japanese antacids, are now in a display at SFO airport. Although stomach amputation and stomach squeezing surgeries are often presented as a fix for acid reflux, or GERD, the reality might be the opposite. Here’s one survivor’s explanation, from a post-op support website: “Their is just not enough stomach left to store the acid, so if finds a place to go, usally up.”
I’m honored to be part of the promo for the second annual Body Confidence Canada Awards. What if we lived in a society that valued every body, where body confidence was a minimum standard all people enjoyed, where we didn’t need these otherwise wonderful awards? #BCCAwards
White people like to write about dystopian worlds like its something that will happen far off into the future when there’s intergalactic space travel, on another planet.
They write dystopias to amuse themselves, too get awards and look revolutionary.
But, wake up, #weliveinadystopianworld
Why y’all the only ones that don’t see that.
I totally sympathize! I’ve had those moments (of comparing myself to someone else and feeling unworthy). They are simply not truth. They are a fiction that our culture has invented for lots of ugly reasons. There’s a hate-based hierarchy around gender, height, weight, age, physical ability, skin color, class, money…and the person you describe, the person you felt bad when comparing yourself to (a young, thin woman in a mini skirt), was doing all sorts of uncomfortable, expensive, time-sucking work to pull herself up a rung or two on those various ladders, to reassure herself that she wouldn’t be excluded socially. How sad for her! You rock! Summer is coming! Time for lazy, sunny afternoons and frolicking in the water to cool off and grilling tasty food and enjoying!!! You get to enjoy. Just as you are right now, you’re perfect. Life is so very, very short. Be jealous of your joy. Of the lusciousness of your embodiment. Social hierarchies suck. Know them for what they are: a big, hardened shell designed to protect fearful people from existential inevitabilities. Find some freedom wherever you are. Your feet against a solid surface. Your breath expanding and releasing. Your heart beating, all for you. Tap into awe. It’s just possible the fearful conformists will look at you with envy. We all have vulnerable moments. If what I’ve written here does you anything but good, please disregard it! Let me know how it goes… You are a Fat National Treasure. Wheee! - Marilyn Wann