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Body Image Natter

I hate it when I call myself fat and people rush to correct me. “Oh no, honey, you’re not fat!”  It’s as if, in their minds, being fat is a terrible thing, so people need to be protected from knowledge of their own bodies. Fat people need to wrap themselves in a cocoon of denial, or something, or the shame will just consume them. 

But I don’t see it that way. I see being fat as just another attribute, one that doesn’t quash beauty just by existing. I attract some people and repulse others, same as any other person on this planet. I know I have appeal through experience. Could I widen that appeal by slimming down? Sure, but it’s not a priority. 

When you try to “reassure” me by rejecting my fatness, you’re sending the message that if I were fat, it would not be okay. So, in a twisted way, you are actually encouraging me to be ashamed of the way my body looks and feels to the touch. All this euphemistic bullshit about “chubbiness” and “curves” has to go, because it just dodges the issue of our culture hating fatness instead of attacking it head-on. If we all knew that you can simultaneously be fat and pretty and boneriffic at the same time, there would be no need to deny that certain people are fat.