foolish mistakes, but whatever, they are all mine.
I am all the wrong things - fat ,middle aged, bisexual, disabled, loud and I won't go away. My hobby is seeing how many years I can add to my collection before I die.
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I am enough. Like it or not. I don’t “promote obesity” I promote loving yourself regardless of your exterior. Sometimes people are so busy focused on the fact that I am “fat, curvy, plus size” that they don’t even listen to what I am saying. I also get people who say I am “fake” or that I don’t live what I preach & to those I say KISS my bootay. I have stepped out of my comfort zone so much in the past years while I discover who I am & find my confidence. The ones pointing the fingers probably wouldnt dare do half of the things I have done. However even though they are so quick to judge me or make assumptions, I keep doing ME in hopes that one day they will realize that they can love the skin they are in without feeling the need to tear others down. I never claimed to have all the answers or be the Mother Teresa of the body positive movement, but I do know that life is so much better when you embrace who you are & stop caring what everyone around you is doing. #effyourbeautystandards
If people want a more clear and accessible example of how wrong doctors can truly be (and especially how hard it is to convince them that they are), I highly recommend they look up the film “Sister Kenny.” It has nothing to do with fat activism, but is the absolutely true story of a nurse during the height of the polio epidemic who challenged the common practice of doctors at the time to completely immobilize patients during the onset of the infection and the weakening of the muscles. Sister Kenny was absolutely vilified by doctors for the radical notion that weakening muscles ought to be worked to help keep up strength and mobility.
But even though her practices were eventually adopted and are still used to this day as treatment for polio sufferers, it was a hard fight for Sister Kenny to convince the medical profession that they were wrong.
Because no one likes being told they’re wrong, especially not by someone they believe is less trained/intelligent/educated than them.
Or hell, if you want an even more recent example, consider the fact that, until as recently as the 1980’s it was still “common knowledge” for many people that asthma was a psychological condition relating to nervousness because that’s what doctors had diagnosed it as in the ’50s and ’60s. And while there’s no movie about it, you can still see the traces of it to this day in M. Night Shyamalan’s “Signs” where Mel Gibson’s character treats his son’s asthma attack by telling him “don’t be afraid,” “breathe like I breathe,” and “believe the air is coming.” Which, I don’t care what you thought about the water thing or anything else, this was definitely the stupidest part of that movie.
No, science doesn’t change. It, in fact, is pretty static. But that doesn’t mean that our understanding of it is. Our understanding of the universe around us and our own bodies and their relationship to nature is always changing, and that absolutely includes medicine.
Even in this day and age when we think we know just about ~*EVERYTHING*~ there is to know, we don’t. Even if you don’t accept that studies have been done over the past fifty years proving the danger and ineptitude of the diet industry, the constantly changing face of medicine is just a fact.
Bleeding various illnesses “out”.
Cornflakes to “cure” masturbation.
I could go on for hours. Yeah right, medical knowledge is perfect and infallible and has nothing left to learn. Pass that cure for cancer will you?
Obese individuals are highly stigmatized and face multiple forms of prejudice and discrimination because of their weight (1,2). The prevalence of weight discrimination in the United States has increased by 66% over the past decade (3), and is comparable to rates of racial discrimination, especially among women (4). Weight bias translates into inequities in employment settings, health-care facilities, and educational institutions, often due to widespread negative stereotypes that overweight and obese persons are lazy, unmotivated, lacking in self-discipline, less competent, noncompliant, and sloppy (2,5,6,7). These stereotypes are prevalent and are rarely challenged in Western society, leaving overweight and obese persons vulnerable to social injustice, unfair treatment, and impaired quality of life as a result of substantial disadvantages and stigma.
I resent the fact that the weight loss industry has a net worth greater than that of Bill Gates. I resent the fact that the weight loss industry makes money hand over fist off of people’s hatred for the way their bodies look and feel. And I definitely resent the fact that the weight loss industry makes millions of dollars by making promises to consumers that they never intend to keep. Nearly every weight loss regimen in existence has an unprecedented 95% failure rate, meaning 95% of those who do lose weight adhering to them inevitably regain the weight they lost, and sometimes more, within a span of three years. It’s a vicious cycle, and we owe it to ourselves to break free from it. And it starts by learning to love our bodies and spitting in the face of what society considers “attractive.” Extend a one-finger salute to the relentless barrage of media propaganda that says you have to be a certain size to be “beautiful” in the eyes of our society. Say, “Fuck it, I’m fat and I like it! I won’t lose weight because society says I should! Fuck that shit! And fuck you!”
The “fat girls give better head” stereotype is of course fatphobic but is also inherently slut-shaming because it’s representing being proficient at a sex act as something negative. And in a lot of people’s minds, being good at sex means you’ve had more, which equals slut/whore for women. It’s tied in to the stereotype of fat girls as “easy” (aka slutty) because they have low self-esteem, and not because they simply love sex. When you’re a fat girl you’re not allowed to have a lot of sex unless you’re desperately searching for attention. The sex-loving, confident fat girl is in this case invisible. Our sexuality is always complicated by the difference between our view of our own sexuality and society’s view of what fat sexuality should look like. Meaning, it should be either kept completely behind closed doors or fit within the framework of self-loathing and body hate that all fat women are expected to experience on a daily basis. This is why cultivating a sex-positive culture is necessarily important to fat/body acceptance, and why we have to make fat visible in sex-positive movements and spaces.