On Body Shaming, or The Ability to Ride Your Scooter Without Some Asshole Making Stupid Comments

On Body Shaming, or The Ability to Ride Your Scooter Without Some Asshole Making Stupid Comments

I’m fat.

Yep.

Damn.

Wow, it’s rather liberating to use the “F” word on myself without feeling incredibly ashamed.

I am also tall. And pretty well proportioned and relatively attractive and I dress in a stylish and flattering way. I dance and I sing and I have a general presence that’s difficult to ignore.

I have the luck (isn’t it sad to call it luck?) of being able to go through my day to day life doing as I please without being mocked for being fat.

Well, except that one time I was riding my bike and some kids told me I was too fat for my bike.

That stung.

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But being fat isn’t what defines me. I’m also smart, funny, interesting, cute, energetic, engaging, compassionate, patient, kind, loving, and many other things that make me who I am.

I just happen to really like pizza.

But I digress.

I simply cannot understand why people seem to think that being overweight is the most disgusting and wretched thing you can possibly be.

I don’t understand why they think being fat makes you less of a human being.

Or that they are entitled to degrade and belittle anyone they see as fat. Like it’s a game. Like it’s a joke to be played on the fat person. Or like they need to be reminded that they’re fat.

Oh! Hey you! Over there! Fattie! Did you realize you’re a huge fatass?”

No, dickwad, I didn’t. I was under the illusion that I was a size four. Thank you so much for putting me in my place. My God, for a moment there I almost had a self esteem or something. Thanks for saving me.

I have a friend. She’s kind and smart and funny and an amazing singer. She’s fat. She’s Butch. And in the summer she likes to ride her cute little scooter to and from work.

She shared a post on Facebook detailing an encounter she had with a young entitled man in a sports car who felt the need to follow her down her alley and harass her. Apparently he thought it was funny to chase her and call her names.

What hurt me was that this wasn’t the first time she’s had this type of experience. This wasn’t the first time I was reading one of her statuses in which she detailed how someone shamed her for how she looked while she was just minding her own business.

What have we done to ourselves as a society where we feel this need to torment each other based on our appearance?

Why is it acceptable to be everything but fat?

Why is fat the dirty “f” word we can’t bring ourselves to say unless it’s to hurt someone?

Why are fat girls the dirty little secret of so many men?

Fine you want to call me fat?

Go ahead.

But don’t call me boring. Don’t call me stupid. Don’t call me unimaginative. Or God forbid, don’t call me a bad singer. Dem’s fightin’ words.

We are cruel to our fellow man and it’s time we learned how to show a little love. There is too much hate, too much violence, too much sorrow– to go out of our way to cause pain.

So someone is fat. That’s their body, not yours. Shut up, and mind your own business.

As for me, I’ll see you on the beach in my super cute new bikini.

18 thoughts on “On Body Shaming, or The Ability to Ride Your Scooter Without Some Asshole Making Stupid Comments

  1. You are beautiful, funny, sassy and sexy.
    You are kind, helpful and engaging.
    You are amazing and I love you x

  2. Can I get a hell yes.
    Do you know when Colleen McCullough died the Australian press referred to her as a fat writer. (apparently fat affects how a person types)
    Some famous dude I’ve never heard of died. He had been 500 pounds at one point in his life and the descriptor was- what the heck was it- “lovable heavyset”. WTF. A woman has a love handle and she is FAT. Nothing lovable about it.
    I read a comment on a friend’s facebook page. His family is way messed up, but his sister said that the one thing their parents managed to get right was that nobody was fat. Go ahead, need therapy every day of your life, just don’t get fat.
    Need I mention the plus size models who are apparently ruining life as we know it.
    The most horrendous people in the world are perfectly ok because they are skinny.
    Ri-fucking-diculous.
    Also, you are beautiful. I’m so glad you share photos.

  3. so? I’m still hoping to not talk but walk your town again, coffee’d be nice…. if you’d put up with me. however this is not likely the best time to bring out the decdk of cardc as I believe it’s pretty clear I’ll provide all manner of comments if youre not as relentlous as I at them. however in fairness to MY cause, I was promised many happy returns in the septic tank. I guess all gloves come off at the competitive cardcs and all is fair in love and war, but egyptian rummy is a tad more fun which is like war and slapjack combined. sauvignon blanc?

  4. Oh, thank God you warned me about the singing. As for weight, it’s yours to do with as you please and no one else’s affair. As for negative people… fuck them. I’ll let my friend Elliott know about the singing too, but he may comment about someone’s cosplay. Speaking of that, I have a friend whose avatar is so like your WW. I’ll have to figure out some way to send it to you.

  5. You hit it right on the nose, it boggles my mind that being fat means to some people you are less than human. That because of our body types we deserve to be mocked.
    But as you said, screw those people! They’re just jealous of these curves!!

    Great post.

  6. You are gorgeous and pretty darn amazing… I sometimes wonder wtf is wrong with some people. But you say everything so much better than I ever could. As JK Rowling said “Is ‘fat’ really the worst thing a human being can be? Is ‘fat’ worse than ‘vindictive’, ‘jealous’, ‘shallow’, ‘vain’, ‘boring’ or ‘cruel’? I’m right there on the fat camp team but I would never shout mean things to strangers. Go kick ass with your beautiful self (beauty inside and out). peace out

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