“The most common concern was my health. Presumably I, as a fat woman, would not know how to properly operate the complicated piece of equipment known as a bikini. What if I strangled in all the straps and ties? What if I became distracted by the complexity of spandex, a substance heretofore unknown to me, and wandered blindly into traffic? What if I ate it? I’m not sure what all these well-meaning people thought was going to happen to me. Blood pressure, heart problems, joint problems and cholesterol were all brought up, but I didn’t see any kind of warning label anywhere on the suit that suggested the Surgeon General had investigated these claims. I remain skeptical as to the health problems bikinis cause.”
“Traditional FA [Fat Acceptance] arguments have relied on the idea that the way to diffuse these hateful statements is to prove that fat isn’t necessarily unhealthy. But by doing so we’ve ceded the premise that health status is, in fact, grounds for hating or despising someone. And as long as the tiniest statistical correlation between fatness and whatever-disease exists, we’ve lost the argument, because we diffused the wrong bomb: we should have rejected the idea that it’s okay to hate people for being ‘unhealthy,’ period.”
“I won’t say that diets are always bad for everyone, but I will assert with no qualms that I believe commercial diets are bad for people with histories of eating disorders, because they commodify many disordered eating patterns into a package that is socially acceptable and thereby enabling. And while I’m certain there are people out there who have proven to be exceptions, I have yet to meet any of them.”
Here is why Torrid’s rebranding has put them on my shitlist.
This, right here, is the reason I’m looking for new employment. Because the things my store manager has told me are being backed up by corporate. Because I’ve been told shorts I was wearing to work shouldn’t be sold in all the sizes Torrid sells and I couldn’t wear them any more. Because I’ve been told that fat visibility is offensive to plus size women and gives them a bad name. Granted, these are things my store manager has told me, and they are her personal opinions. But I know she would be backed up by corporate if I said anything. I’m tired of being told what I should look like, especially by a company where I once felt comfortable being myself. As my other manager and I were saying yesterday, Torrid’s shrunk the size of the mannequins from a 16 to a 12. I have yet to meet a person from corporate who was actually plus size, and I think that’s the problem. I don’t feel like Torrid and I are on the same level anymore.
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This is really important.
I’m definitely going to go spend the $60 I was planning on dropping on the one dress I really liked on Torrid’s website somewhere else. Somewhere more friendly to actual fat people, with actual fat models and actual fat mannequins. Fuck their bullshit.
Welp, good thing I haven’t touched their shit in years.
I’ve never shopped at Torrid before, but since I’m edging into plus-size territory, I might have. Now? Nope.
I am really reallymad. Look at this picture of me. Do I look obese or overweight? No. I am 5 foot 9 inches and weigh 163 pounds, so I’m considered overweight. The ‘Ideal’ weight for a woman of my stature is 145 pounds. So, because I’m considered overweight, my doctor had to change my meds to ‘prevent further weight gain’. My mom even agreed to it. My own mother, agreed to change my meds because I am overweight. I have a little muscle here and there and a little pudge in my belly, but that’s it.
Please reblog this if you believe I am not overweight and I can prove to my mother that this med change is a bunch of Jim Baloochie.
fuck the bmi, fuck “overweight,” fuck all of this noise. your happiness and health are more important than your weight.
“People can be obese but metabolically healthy and fit, with no greater risk of developing or dying from cardiovascular disease or cancer than normal weight people, according to the largest study ever to have investigated this seeming paradox”
When I was ten, I suddenly gained a shit-load of puberty weight, and I got a lot of grief for it. A few years down the line, I developed an eating disorder and lost all that weight. I got so many compliments it just fueled me to lose more and more weight. Well, it backfired because since my mind was very vulnerable to disordered eating, I went all bulimic/compulsive overeating and gained 50 pounds or so. At that point, I was overweight. People in my life were saying, “What happened? You use to be so skinny!” I started to avoid social situations at all cost because I had extreme anxiety about people telling me to lose weight/get fit blah blah, etc. I was also diagnosed with depression and was prescribed antidepressants. (Big mistake) I overdosed on my pills because I hated myself and didn’t feel like I’d ever get over having an eating disorder, and I felt like I’d rather be dead than alive and consumed by an extreme mental illness. Of course, I vomited up all the pills and it didn’t work, but after being in the hospital for a while, I lost a bit of weight and then I kept going and now I’m back to being a straight-weight. (this has all happened over the course of seven years.) Just recently, I told people about my suicide attempt, and their reaction was, “WHY?!? You’re so beautiful! Why would a pretty girl like you want to kill yourself?! You have so much going for you!” So I explained to them that at the time, I was very overweight, and the reaction quickly changed to, “Well I guess if I were fat, I’d have wanted to die too.”
I guess the moral of this story is people are fucking fucks and I have lost complete faith in humanity.
Also, thin privilege is having no legitimate excuse to feel so poorly about yourself that you want to die. Even if you hate yourself because your head wont do anything besides count calories. However, if you’re fat then you SHOULD feel suicidal!
I think the moral of this story is people shouldn’t comment on other people’s bodies, full stop. And they especially shouldn’t tie those bodies to that person’s worth as a human being.
Fat people do not have to be healthy in order to deserve dignity
Fat people do not have to be healthy in order to deserve dignity
Fat people do not have to be healthy in order to deserve dignity
If I see someone say, “It’s ok to be fat as long as you’re healthy,” one more time I’m gonna lose it. I know this is a crazy radical idea, but how about someone’s health has nothing to do with how you should treat them or how much respect they are deserving of?
Access to Affordable, Healthy and Nutritious Food (“Food Security”) by Heart and Stroke Foundation of Canada “It is often difficult and expensive to access healthy food like fresh fruits and vegetables, whole grains and foods low in saturated fats, trans fats, salt and refined carbohydrates in remote communities, including remote Aboriginal communities.”
I love that all fat-shamers believe that everyone who isn’t thin as fuck eats every meal at McDonalds. I’m a vegetarian, I eat extremely healthy, the vast majority of the food that I buy and eat is fresh organic produce, I haven’t been to a McDonalds in a decade or something, AND I’M STILL FAT. Actually, I eat significantly healthier than the majority of my thin friends because I enjoy cooking more and was raised to be very conscious of the fuel that I put into my body. “HEALTH-CONSCIOUS BUT NOT SKINNY AS SHIT?! HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?!” you may be asking yourself. The answer, for the billionth fucking time, is that my body type is simply my body type. I look this way. It has no bearing on my health or my diet, just as someone who exists solely on pepperoni pizza but weighs 102 lbs isn’t healthy simply because they’re thin. Your waist may be tiny but your skull is fucking thick!
not to mention these are only so ~cheap~ because they’re on sale for a grand total of three days, and are apparently usually over double that sale price. so yeah, not so much, OP.
Haley Morris-Cafiero made a series called Wait Watchers, in which she sets up a camera with a self-timer in public and photographs not only herself, but the public’s reactions to her, as a visible fat woman daring to exist in a public space. (More on Wait Watchers here)
I looked at her website and saw this one first, but this whole project is extremely poignant for me.
Also, fuck cops.
Fuck cops forever
this series makes me so angry
And this is why I had an anxiety attack just thinking about going to the store. This is why I didn’t want to get out of bed for school in the morning. This is the reason why I didn’t want to exist anymore. This is the reason why I starved myself for 7 mos. This is the reason why I don’t trust people. This is why I always think people are shade until they prove otherwise. This is the reason why I’m sad most of the time.
I know I’ve reblogged this before, but I hadn’t seen this particular photo. Wow.
“Fat people face an absolute torrent of shame, stigma, bullying and oppression almost everywhere we turn. We face it at home from friends and family who have been taught by society that we should be shamed “for our own good” in some kind of logic-defying effort to make us hate ourselves healthy. We face it at work when our company has a point of view about our body size rather than focusing on our work performance. We face it at the doctor’s office when our actual symptoms are ignored and our health put a risk by doctors who diagnose us as fat and prescribe weight loss the minute they see us, never hearing a word we say. We face it from well-meaning strangers who have been taught by society that a fat body is an indication that we need outside advice, especially that of strangers with no particular health training who think that being thin makes them an expert on how to become thin - like being a brunette makes them an expert on willing your hair to turn brown. We face it from not-so-well-meaning strangers who try to beat us down to make themselves feel better in a society that beats everyone down. We are certainly not the only group who faces this, but we face it nonetheless, and - like the trainers on The Biggest Loser - we are told by society that we should be thankful for the massive war being waged against us because their plan of eradicating the world of everyone who looks like us is a kindness, and we should say thank you and get on the treadmill.”
Memphis-based photographer Haley Morris-Cafiero has long been aware of strangers making fun of her behind her back due to her size. So aware, in fact, that she has turned the whole concept into a full-blown photography project. Titled Wait Watchers, the series consists of Morris-Cafiero’s self-portraits in public in which strangers can be seen in the background giving her strange looks and/or laughing.
The project was born when Morris-Cafiero was working on a separate project titled Something to Weigh. For one of the photos in that project, she snapped a self-portrait while sitting on some steps in Times Square.
After processing the film, she noticed that there was a man behind her making a face at her while being photographed by a female friend:
She noticed something similar in a photograph captured just five minutes later at a different location.
Morris-Cafiero then began setting up her camera in heavily trafficked public areas, composing the shots, setting a self-timer, and then stepping into the frame. The camera snaps a photo while she’s doing everything things (e.g. chatting on her phone or grabbing a bite to eat), and her hope is that the image also captures an interesting expression from at least one passing stranger.
I now reverse the gaze and record their reactions to me while I perform mundane tasks in public spaces. I seek out spaces that are visually interesting and geographically diverse. I try to place myself in compositions that contain feminine icons or advertisements. Otherwise, I position myself and the camera in a pool of people…and wait [#]
The images capture the gazer in a microsecond moment where they, for unknowable reasons, have a look on their face that questions my presence. Whether they are questioning my position in front of the lens or questioning my body size, the gazer appears to be visually troubled that I am in front of them [#]
Imagine the worst thing a guy could say to your (thought joggers: “I’m in love with your sister,” “I killed a man…”), multiply it by 10, add a full weekend of nothing but golf on TV—and you’ll start to understand how awful it is for us to hear “I look fat” coming out of a girl’s mouth.
Oh God. This is that awful game where you have to obsess over your weight to be sexy, but if you ever let it be known that you’re obsessing over your weight, that’s terrible. Sometimes it goes by “order a steak on dates so he knows you’re laid-back” followed by five pages of diet tips. This time it goes by “hearing your insecurities is so hard for me.”
“Fat bodies are seen as “evidence”. People try to claim that our bodies are evidence of unhealthy behaviors, lack of willpower, lack of self-care. Then they claim that this evidence is compelling enough to make it ok to target us for shame, stigma and humiliation “for our own good”. Even more damaging, fat people start to internalize this message thinking “If I’m fat then no matter how healthy my habits are I must be doing something wrong. I deserve to be treated poorly and have my body and choices treated like public property.” This is just not true. Fat bodies are not public property, they are not evidence, and they are not a sign that we need someone to step in and tell us how to take care of ourselves. First because nobody can tell what our habits are based on our body size. Second because our health is our decision – we each get to choose how highly to prioritize our health and what path we want to take to get there, with the understanding that we may be limited by the resources that are available to us.”