It's very true that our society, as a whole, has a big problem with fat people...and yet, every day, more and more of us are getting fatter. There are so many arguments that I could make about the evils of corn syrup, our dependence on processed foods (something I've almost completely given up in favor of fresh--and tastier!--foods), and the fact that our schools are feeding our children heaps and heaps of crap. My school district serves frozen burritos, big, greasy pizza slices, fries, tater tots, and other really crap food, every day. There are apples and oranges available, but most kids don't take them.
If you read this blog with any regularity, you know that I am in the process of losing a lot of weight. At 5'2", my body simply cannot be healthy carrying extra weight around. Something had to give. I'm not the type to look for the quick and easy miracle drug, or surgery. I turned to a complete lifestyle overhaul to achieve better health, and yes, a sexier physique. Meg at 221 pounds was never going to be sexy. Or feel sexy.
You know what feels sexy? Having my boobs and hips stick out in sharp contrast to the waist that is gradually shrinking. Dripping sweat on the treadmill because my body is running--not walking, not hobbling, but actually running. Sexy is the glow on my face after I run. And sexy is knowing that my heart is healthier, my blood pressure is lower, and my depression is managable.
There are arguments made all the time that some of the remarks on this Fat Hate Bingo are not helpful. Yes, some people are built bigger. Some people have a high BMI but are perfectly healthy and active. But still, I sort of took issue with the tile that says, "But I don't wanna be fat!" How is that fat-shaming? I don't want to be fat anymore. And I made a lot of changes in my life to ensure that I wouldn't be. I've poured a lot of money into this venture, and I feel like it's been money well spent. The changes in my lifestyle, my overall well-being, and my body have all been positive, and celebrated by many people right here on this blog.
And YES--I really did hate being fat. I honestly feel that there is a Thin Meg inside who is bursting to get out.
I would never dream of telling someone else what they should do about their body, or how they should feel...but some of the tiles on the Fat Hate Bingo are things I have definitely thought and felt. I don't really think of it is as fat-shaming myself, but rather realizing that changes needed to be made. Changes in my relationship with food, changes in my level of physical activity, changes in how I see myself when I look in the mirror.
It's also why I've started to retire the Diary of a Fat Girl label and replace it with Diary of a Hot Girl. I'm not ashamed that I was fat--but damn straight I'm proud that I'm not fat anymore! I think I've earned that much.
1 comment:
But I don’t hate being fat and I don’t see why I should just because society tells me I should (not that you’re saying this of course). I don’t feel like there’s a “thin person dying to get out.” I feel like me. Am I less entitled to feeling sexy then someone who is thin? I don’t think so. Would I like to be healthier? Yes. I definitely don’t exercise enough, but I like who I am and I like eating what I want without fear or reprimand. And I know you realize that not all people can pour money into losing weight. But I’m happy you’re happy. What you did wasn’t easy and I’m glad you feel better. You deserve it.
I think the reason why saying "But I don't wanna be fat!" is considered shaming is because it is implying that the fat person can’t possibly want to be the way they are and that being like them is horrible. Even if someone feels this way it’s a pretty rude thing to say to someone I think.
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