Fight the Fat?
This card was left on my car. They must not know me. Here's what happened.
I got mad.
Because I feel like the messages we are sending to women, girls, boys and even men, that happiness is related to our appearance. That unless you "have rock hard abs" you will never be happy or content. I disagree.
Why couldn't this marketing material showed a woman and a man who "don't live in the gym". Who are taking kickboxing because maybe it's fun? A great workout? Anything else.
But No. It's sole purpose is to tell you to FIGHT THE FAT, like FAT is a bad word.
Let's Talk about FAT baby!
Why are we so Fat-Phobic? I once read an article that said that teenage girls are more scared of being fat than they are of getting cancer. Yes. Shocking.
Why is having fat, or being fat such a bad thing?
How much does the media influence our thoughts about FAT? There are many articles being circulated that are designed to make you think that FAT = BAD. It's called conditioning. Brainwashing. It exists.
There are people who believe that showing pictures of women who are other than thin and fit, is PROMOTING OBESITY. Not empowering women to love their bodies at any size, but shaming women for being or having fat. No joke. The comments of any article that shows women loving their bodies at any size are horrifying.
I recently read an article that I just fell in love with. it's Titled "An Open Letter to Bill Maher from a fat woman" In this article she talks about how people "assume" that being fat is also equivalent to being lazy. Why are Fat and Lazy synonymous with each other? Because I know plenty of woman who are super fit, run marathons, exercise regularly and are more fit than I am. I AM LAZY. I don't work out. I never found my work out happy place. To me, it's not productive. It doesn't give me tangible results. I am a multi-tasker, so working out without doing something else at the same time would be really hard for me. I am so glad that my husband enjoys working out and passed that on to my kids. I did not grow up in a family that was into 'working out'. I never saw my parents go for a run, or go to the gym. PE in school was horrible. I hated it.
For a long time, I was really afraid of doing a photo project that showed women at all sizes, because I was afraid of the comments some of my ladies would receive.
BUT! I am facing my fear head on. I am doing a NEW photo project called BEAUTIFUL IF... Would you like more info?
I have a friend on Facebook who is very outspoken about being fat and fit, and I'd like to share some of her writings. She really helped me to see things in a new perspective.
Thank you Genavieve G Boogie Scott for allowing me to share your amazing perspective.
Here are some of my favorites posts/comments:
And yes, weighing in at 230 lbs this morning I AM fat- and I AM happy and I am healthy! My body is powerful and I like.. No LOVE how it looks.
I've had a HUGE epiphany recently.
H U G E......
I can work towards fitness goals without weight loss as the ultimate goal, reward or pay off. I can eat healthy foods without weight loss as the ultimate goal, reward or payoff. I can live in this body in an absolutely healthy amazing magical exciting way and not feel pressure to lose one pound.
I know it seems like I'm always talking about this but it's something so many of you feel- that pressure, the guilt the shame of living exactly right now. I wish I could bottle that moment and share it.
There is nothing more irritating to me than going to the gym and listening to a fitness instructor (who already has a way rad super fit body) teaching a class and talking about how she needs to work harder before she can wear shorts this summer and then literally poking at and squeezing parts of her body and saying that she's fat. Or even worse.. tell
US we need to work harder if we want to "fit into our summer clothes"
Umm hello, fat girl over here working really freaking hard, never ever gonna be even close to your size and I don't want to hear about your weird body insecurities. I get it, it is real but it exhausts me hearing how shitty people feel about themselves.
WEAR the damn SHORTS if you want to.
Here I am, 220 lbs.
had a good day at the gym and I'll wear whatever the freak I want.
I get it- it is SO totally the norm for women to speak about their bodies like this. It's automatically assumed that all women present will agree. That we will all nod and understand that yes, we are not good enough, too much, too big always striving for smallness and smoothness.
Really I'm not.
I am a size that is often praised as being so almost okay. Like if I'd just put in a little more effort I'd be an acceptable human or on the flip side it's suggested that if I'm not careful my entire life could slip away into scary fatness forever.
All well woman exam routine lab results came back totally normal. Imagine that, I'm fat AND healthy.
Fat acceptance movement
I feel like I talk about this too much and not enough all at the same time. I refuse to feel guilty for saying it out loud but I also don't want it to lose its luster.
And when I say luster I mean the shine that is the swath of sweaty fabric that dampens under my bust when I go for a jog. When I say luster I mean the way that my pants pull tight across my heavy thighs.
I'm embarrassed to say that once upon a time I accepted money for talking women into paying for spanx and other undergarments to help them bind and compact the parts that should shine. I offered solutions for things that were never a god damned problem to begin with.
I know both sides and I'm living in this body now and I am not trapped.
I've reaped the benefits of a 115lb body. People loved to hurt that skinny girl. They reminded me daily of how delicious I looked, how the sweet proportion of my waist to hips turned them on. I was small and hungry and ate pizza crust out of dumpsters (yes really). You might see right through my associations with thinness equaling misery and you are so right, so very right.
My fat body is stronger, faster, more of everything.
I'm a good fat girl. I go to the gym and I eat my veggies.
I'm a bad fat girl. I say the words, I tell my weight (229lbs) and I don't shave my armpits or work hard on making myself small.
I just work hard.
There is much more to say, and I will.
You can't stop me.
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