Philippa talks about how being fat is fine. Really fine.
Ten years ago I thought I was fat.
Today, I know I am fat.
Ten years ago, being fat was the worst thing I could ever contemplate.
Today, being fat is fine.
Ten years ago, the word fat was loaded with fear and disgust.
Today, the word fat is a descriptive word only, with no moral judgement.
Ten years ago, the idea of getting fat terrified me.
Today, I don’t fear getting fat, because I already am.
Ten years ago, despite being ‘underweight’, I hated the fat I thought I could see all over my body.
Today, I know there is nothing to fear.
Ten years ago I would have chosen to stay ill rather than take the medications which would help me to get better, but cause massive weight gain.
Today, I take those medications daily.
Ten years ago I thought that fat was the ultimate unhealthy thing I could be.
Today, I know that that anorexia was way more self-destructive, damaging and unhealthy.
Ten years ago, I thought that telling other women how fat I looked, and how awful that was, was normal and ok.
Today, I know that moaning to other women about my body’s appearance reinforces the view in all of us that women’s bodies should look a certain way.
Ten years ago, the word fat was nothing but an insult.
Today, the word fat is nothing but a descriptive term.
Ten years ago, if someone told me how flattering an outfit was on me, I’d be pleased.
Today, if someone tells me how flattering an outfit is, I know that they really mean it hides the areas they don’t consider acceptable.
- Reclaiming the Word Fat
- Fat is an adjective, not an attack
- The words we learn to read; Reclaiming Fat
- Rejecting the notion of the flattering outfit
- My Big Fat Wish List
NB No comments which criticise fat people, which contain fat hate in the guise of ‘health concern’, which contain judgements about people’s appearance, or which are anything other than fat positive will be published on this post. If in doubt, start by reading this.