Even if all fat people are the way they are due to their bad choices, even if every single fat person is unhealthy, that does not justify sub-standard treatment. How can the health of strangers possibly inspire such vitriol? If you remain convinced that others’ bodies are your business and people must justify their existence to you, perhaps you should consider the possibility that you are an arsehole.
This photo cheered me up this morning. It was taken by Bevin Branlandingham (me) of the amazing Kelli Jean Drinkwater while we were filming my performance art piece in a donut shop in San Francisco for her Fierce Fat Femmes documentary.
I can’t remember if I’ve reblogged this already, but even if I have, this is worth looking at again.
“I was very skinny when I was little, and I got made fun of for being really skinny, so then I started to eat. Then I got fat. Then I got made fun of for being fat. If they don’t like me when I’m skinny and they don’t like me when I’m fat, I may as well find where I’m comfortable.” -Amber Riley
Oh, but this is not a matter of “glorifying” obesity. Glorifying obesity would take multiple TV shows depicting fat folks riding unicorns and devouring warm pies whilst counting the bags of money they’ve gained from being fat. Indeed, if simply putting fat people on television was enough to “glorify” obesity, then The Biggest Loser should have done the trick years ago. It hasn’t, because The Biggest Loser is a show built on the humiliation and punishment (self-inflicted or otherwise) of fat people. When we say that putting fat people on television will “glorify” their bodies, what we really mean is that we are uncomfortable giving fat people any attention that is not overtly negative. Because fat people need to be told: don’t be fat. Being fat means you are not entitled to a normal life. Being fat means you are not entitled to love. Being fat means you are not entitled to humanity, much less dignity.